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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207 | 2023-10-22 19:07:48 | 68.21 | 97.1% |
84 | 2023-10-16 16:54:12 | 81.63 | 97.1% |