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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5190 | 2022-06-03 21:38:12 | 86.22 | 99% |
4341 | 2020-11-12 03:40:13 | 84.83 | 98% |