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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1783 | 2020-08-07 16:35:56 | 69.26 | 98% |
1462 | 2020-08-05 21:28:06 | 68.28 | 98% |