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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9365 | 2022-08-24 15:55:15 | 130.11 | 98% |
40 | 2017-10-22 04:21:37 | 104.18 | 98% |