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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3467 | 2022-07-22 09:38:51 | 100.05 | 98% |
235 | 2020-11-14 08:59:55 | 94.57 | 97% |