My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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4245 | 2022-11-03 14:11:32 | 104.53 | 100% |
2764 | 2021-06-11 13:25:41 | 90.99 | 98% |