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 |
---|---|---|---|
25841 | 2021-02-14 23:59:08 | 153.37 | 94.8% |
20540 | 2020-11-07 03:23:16 | 188.22 | 100% |
15770 | 2020-06-27 09:57:54 | 154.31 | 98% |
13531 | 2020-04-20 01:08:24 | 174.87 | 98% |
11619 | 2020-03-16 00:41:19 | 153.52 | 98% |