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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12040 | 2022-07-20 19:26:34 | 116.95 | 99% |
5900 | 2018-04-18 20:13:14 | 128.90 | 99% |