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 |
---|---|---|---|
5883 | 2022-06-03 21:38:18 | 71.75 | 96% |
2371 | 2021-08-25 21:12:23 | 81.08 | 99% |
560 | 2021-01-10 21:26:03 | 58.90 | 97% |