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 |
---|---|---|---|
2398 | 2017-09-07 20:11:55 | 109.27 | 100% |
492 | 2017-05-23 21:22:37 | 99.76 | 97% |
198 | 2017-04-18 14:13:21 | 102.65 | 98% |