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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2916 | 2022-07-26 10:04:59 | 104.39 | 99% |
1742 | 2019-06-07 04:50:18 | 85.69 | 96% |