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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8971 | 2020-07-18 03:45:35 | 63.76 | 97% |
5946 | 2017-12-31 02:25:41 | 67.99 | 100% |