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 |
---|---|---|---|
4123 | 2019-04-01 01:23:00 | 79.28 | 95% |
2599 | 2018-12-12 20:24:11 | 83.68 | 96% |
508 | 2018-09-21 05:37:26 | 71.03 | 96% |