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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4212 | 2022-08-03 21:24:38 | 65.20 | 95% |
4079 | 2022-07-27 20:13:33 | 66.46 | 95% |