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 |
---|---|---|---|
5119 | 2017-05-31 01:51:52 | 179.10 | 97% |
4510 | 2017-05-20 20:19:29 | 183.80 | 99% |
1629 | 2017-03-01 05:56:19 | 177.77 | 97% |
1628 | 2017-03-01 05:55:57 | 165.22 | 94% |