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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2719 | 2021-09-02 14:59:04 | 89.17 | 99% |
2116 | 2021-02-27 23:04:03 | 85.81 | 100% |
513 | 2017-12-24 16:01:18 | 63.57 | 97% |