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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10872 | 2021-10-12 22:35:10 | 121.43 | 97% |
10605 | 2021-09-26 17:38:01 | 97.39 | 97% |