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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889 | 2023-05-31 08:26:42 | 112.11 | 99% |
678 | 2023-05-15 17:03:20 | 108.63 | 99% |