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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4621 | 2020-02-11 01:29:42 | 46.26 | 97% |
3939 | 2018-09-19 01:43:19 | 44.47 | 96% |