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 |
---|---|---|---|
5220 | 2024-02-14 16:51:23 | 108.16 | 100% |
4030 | 2017-07-11 03:31:51 | 83.14 | 97% |
3836 | 2017-07-05 19:27:39 | 75.94 | 96% |
3832 | 2017-07-05 19:12:01 | 77.73 | 96% |
2330 | 2017-04-22 22:51:56 | 75.17 | 91% |