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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3364 | 2021-10-20 12:55:12 | 50.82 | 94% |
2039 | 2021-07-26 13:42:32 | 52.17 | 95% |