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 |
---|---|---|---|
5359 | 2021-05-16 04:32:49 | 104.14 | 98% |
4359 | 2021-04-10 00:05:12 | 94.54 | 98% |
1482 | 2020-09-13 11:16:33 | 67.00 | 95% |