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 |
---|---|---|---|
11978 | 2018-08-09 19:27:39 | 77.25 | 98% |
11656 | 2018-08-07 17:31:10 | 72.75 | 100% |
182 | 2017-07-04 14:55:59 | 54.38 | 98% |