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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630 | 2020-06-02 07:50:07 | 85.42 | 97% |
50 | 2019-01-20 20:58:12 | 81.91 | 97% |