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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110 | 2021-10-28 08:50:22 | 36.98 | 97% |
47 | 2021-10-13 15:59:26 | 35.44 | 97% |