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 |
---|---|---|---|
19717 | 2023-07-06 07:53:34 | 157.02 | 99% |
18224 | 2023-05-29 20:27:51 | 171.79 | 100% |
510 | 2020-06-30 04:54:25 | 142.11 | 99% |