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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6201 | 2022-07-20 13:22:41 | 78.90 | 98% |
4704 | 2021-10-02 17:38:27 | 80.05 | 98% |