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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2208 | 2021-03-31 21:48:13 | 60.04 | 96% |
2062 | 2021-03-01 22:30:57 | 51.46 | 93.4% |