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 |
---|---|---|---|
5307 | 2022-09-01 19:47:16 | 78.82 | 97% |
361 | 2022-02-27 06:30:33 | 69.46 | 97% |