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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1838 | 2024-02-02 02:25:04 | 126.04 | 99.1% |
1392 | 2024-01-26 17:06:20 | 129.67 | 98.7% |