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 |
---|---|---|---|
4492 | 2020-03-26 17:06:30 | 54.10 | 97% |
2210 | 2017-09-19 07:09:04 | 38.12 | 93% |
1278 | 2017-07-08 08:07:30 | 31.86 | 92% |