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 |
---|---|---|---|
3551 | 2022-03-19 15:35:44 | 107.02 | 98% |
3345 | 2022-02-07 16:59:54 | 107.19 | 98% |
3150 | 2022-01-27 17:11:07 | 110.15 | 99% |
1293 | 2021-11-08 17:59:57 | 113.60 | 99% |