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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419 | 2019-02-27 16:59:07 | 96.55 | 99% |
382 | 2017-03-29 21:24:21 | 81.86 | 93% |