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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5083 | 2023-02-22 14:09:53 | 97.04 | 99% |
875 | 2021-08-19 03:49:20 | 66.30 | 96% |