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 |
---|---|---|---|
1259 | 2017-04-02 07:25:41 | 40.37 | 92% |
938 | 2017-03-17 13:36:02 | 34.79 | 96% |
159 | 2017-02-02 14:20:15 | 30.87 | 97% |