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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999 | 2022-02-16 05:33:31 | 103.92 | 98% |
101 | 2021-05-17 20:24:13 | 78.46 | 95% |