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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3394 | 2021-02-19 06:06:27 | 86.52 | 97.9% |
2678 | 2021-01-27 06:52:20 | 64.90 | 97% |