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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8189 | 2023-05-12 04:52:05 | 78.11 | 98% |
5869 | 2017-06-30 17:26:26 | 86.03 | 99% |
5758 | 2017-06-13 04:30:19 | 83.50 | 98% |