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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7421 | 2020-07-03 00:56:09 | 92.22 | 98% |
2703 | 2017-11-02 23:21:18 | 61.82 | 94% |