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 |
---|---|---|---|
50058 | 2017-05-05 09:06:22 | 119.54 | 93% |
48842 | 2017-04-14 13:51:10 | 141.19 | 100% |
47434 | 2017-02-24 12:28:32 | 136.72 | 98% |
47314 | 2017-02-19 11:51:22 | 145.62 | 98% |