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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1418 | 2021-04-30 13:20:45 | 70.78 | 97% |
982 | 2021-01-15 07:59:51 | 57.38 | 95% |