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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983 | 2021-06-04 05:46:29 | 54.20 | 97% |
656 | 2021-05-07 07:29:42 | 54.04 | 96% |