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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3194 | 2021-10-19 06:37:24 | 85.97 | 97% |
2576 | 2021-03-09 15:00:55 | 85.99 | 98% |