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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6638 | 2021-03-16 00:53:35 | 94.57 | 97% |
6542 | 2021-03-07 19:59:41 | 94.86 | 97% |
3292 | 2020-12-29 06:54:27 | 90.45 | 98% |