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 |
---|---|---|---|
5446 | 2020-10-05 17:28:03 | 111.13 | 98% |
1144 | 2020-07-17 12:33:49 | 111.02 | 99% |
439 | 2018-03-06 16:52:42 | 62.03 | 97% |
325 | 2017-05-27 08:40:58 | 61.57 | 94% |