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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353 | 2024-04-19 06:59:29 | 79.73 | 96.5% |
210 | 2022-01-07 15:46:53 | 99.65 | 98% |