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 |
---|---|---|---|
1135 | 2018-01-19 13:35:13 | 55.53 | 95% |
1116 | 2018-01-15 12:15:31 | 50.92 | 95% |
1029 | 2017-11-15 14:09:01 | 58.48 | 96% |