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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6883 | 2021-05-05 01:07:36 | 128.31 | 100% |
4071 | 2021-01-10 19:44:02 | 119.78 | 99% |