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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10968 | 2023-02-06 13:51:24 | 86.40 | 95% |
8839 | 2022-06-02 03:53:02 | 111.76 | 98% |