Text race history for Parle haraya dekhan (rifat27)

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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
42 2021-03-08 06:00:06 45.31 97%