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 |
---|---|---|---|
3771 | 2017-07-31 22:26:20 | 160.72 | 100% |
3747 | 2017-07-31 18:37:07 | 118.93 | 97% |
3702 | 2017-07-31 15:40:33 | 154.22 | 100% |
3429 | 2017-07-29 17:53:14 | 135.72 | 99% |
3416 | 2017-07-29 17:42:40 | 132.76 | 98% |