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 |
---|---|---|---|
3553 | 2017-04-05 04:43:39 | 106.56 | 99% |
3134 | 2017-02-26 07:42:43 | 71.67 | 84% |
3122 | 2017-02-26 07:16:20 | 97.76 | 95% |