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 |
---|---|---|---|
7855 | 2021-01-19 20:27:43 | 72.14 | 95% |
6007 | 2020-11-14 17:33:06 | 73.59 | 97% |
5335 | 2020-10-15 21:30:13 | 75.09 | 98% |