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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2695 | 2024-01-22 14:48:29 | 79.48 | 95.8% |
2236 | 2023-12-14 16:49:11 | 86.37 | 98.7% |