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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9724 | 2020-07-11 15:02:56 | 66.03 | 95% |
2068 | 2019-01-06 12:37:15 | 62.16 | 96% |