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 |
---|---|---|---|
3497 | 2020-05-18 13:45:51 | 90.64 | 96% |
1355 | 2018-04-11 12:22:08 | 88.32 | 98% |
773 | 2018-01-21 13:56:58 | 86.47 | 98% |
273 | 2017-03-10 18:24:48 | 54.44 | 89% |