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 |
---|---|---|---|
396 | 2017-04-06 11:36:01 | 65.58 | 97% |
395 | 2017-04-06 11:34:57 | 63.40 | 96% |