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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7456 | 2021-10-07 21:03:55 | 158.76 | 100% |
4476 | 2019-12-22 02:40:43 | 127.31 | 97% |