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 |
---|---|---|---|
2661 | 2019-01-25 21:46:41 | 90.08 | 98% |
1968 | 2018-11-08 19:49:59 | 73.93 | 95% |
830 | 2018-07-16 15:42:46 | 93.98 | 98% |