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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3192 | 2023-05-03 18:21:25 | 111.24 | 100% |
1707 | 2021-12-22 04:17:01 | 100.04 | 98% |
168 | 2020-07-13 03:43:46 | 97.09 | 99% |