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 |
---|---|---|---|
6664 | 2021-05-17 22:34:13 | 80.73 | 97% |
3251 | 2021-01-17 17:05:02 | 69.92 | 98% |