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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1123 | 2021-07-17 02:25:27 | 71.14 | 99% |
881 | 2021-05-27 05:23:19 | 65.32 | 97% |