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 |
---|---|---|---|
3260 | 2022-12-27 12:40:02 | 57.69 | 94% |
1581 | 2022-11-30 12:45:10 | 46.42 | 93% |