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 |
---|---|---|---|
1248 | 2019-11-24 08:40:01 | 83.76 | 98% |
1120 | 2019-11-11 05:03:03 | 73.70 | 98% |