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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3584 | 2023-08-07 18:54:08 | 68.36 | 99.1% |
2287 | 2017-07-18 21:11:29 | 69.68 | 98% |