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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1509 | 2024-02-02 06:32:11 | 96.16 | 97% |
567 | 2023-08-07 07:41:04 | 87.32 | 96% |