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 |
---|---|---|---|
1169 | 2017-06-01 09:38:51 | 65.60 | 91% |
657 | 2017-03-30 03:15:12 | 61.98 | 90% |
289 | 2017-03-12 05:31:38 | 51.94 | 87% |
193 | 2017-03-04 05:40:33 | 54.43 | 92% |