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 |
---|---|---|---|
3507 | 2017-10-11 16:35:39 | 91.33 | 97% |
1785 | 2017-06-18 23:19:51 | 82.25 | 96% |
1234 | 2017-06-11 23:47:34 | 78.84 | 97% |