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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4543 | 2022-06-14 13:19:21 | 65.18 | 97% |
1975 | 2017-03-01 03:57:08 | 65.20 | 97% |