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 |
---|---|---|---|
5109 | 2019-12-16 16:18:08 | 118.14 | 96% |
4908 | 2019-12-14 13:34:22 | 114.48 | 96% |
2955 | 2019-11-10 11:38:43 | 129.29 | 97% |
376 | 2018-10-29 10:58:14 | 100.31 | 98% |