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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2643 | 2023-09-11 05:58:54 | 90.68 | 97% |
2357 | 2023-09-05 13:06:49 | 84.07 | 97% |