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 |
---|---|---|---|
5181 | 2018-11-29 02:26:34 | 109.33 | 97% |
1755 | 2017-12-11 19:23:00 | 90.42 | 97% |
523 | 2017-07-14 22:56:26 | 79.25 | 94% |