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 |
---|---|---|---|
8041 | 2024-04-26 04:28:50 | 94.58 | 97% |
7357 | 2024-02-19 05:23:41 | 121.21 | 99.1% |
3286 | 2021-01-13 00:58:36 | 92.76 | 96% |