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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2197 | 2024-02-18 12:22:11 | 100.16 | 97.6% |
2188 | 2024-01-26 12:41:02 | 101.25 | 97.8% |