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 |
---|---|---|---|
3291 | 2019-09-02 13:48:01 | 77.94 | 98% |
2901 | 2019-08-13 12:24:14 | 102.33 | 100% |
1627 | 2019-05-28 13:01:20 | 76.96 | 96% |