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 |
---|---|---|---|
4840 | 2021-04-27 12:09:57 | 71.58 | 97% |
1009 | 2020-08-28 08:21:09 | 68.60 | 97% |
799 | 2020-08-26 02:50:01 | 66.57 | 96% |