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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9208 | 2021-09-05 08:46:34 | 83.91 | 98% |
6859 | 2021-07-27 06:58:43 | 88.40 | 97% |