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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1964 | 2023-07-10 13:33:58 | 67.30 | 97% |
846 | 2022-07-31 05:51:30 | 65.80 | 96% |