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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15022 | 2022-08-03 15:23:10 | 157.54 | 99% |
10515 | 2021-05-07 21:24:47 | 166.71 | 100% |
8699 | 2021-03-03 20:25:25 | 170.82 | 100% |