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 |
---|---|---|---|
16997 | 2021-01-21 07:35:51 | 64.31 | 96% |
796 | 2017-07-11 09:58:22 | 43.16 | 94% |
487 | 2017-03-28 15:34:46 | 38.24 | 86% |