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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1672 | 2021-01-26 05:40:01 | 49.16 | 93% |
224 | 2021-01-05 05:42:08 | 36.20 | 96% |
21 | 2020-12-31 04:28:14 | 27.13 | 95% |