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 |
---|---|---|---|
3366 | 2021-07-26 08:10:02 | 77.69 | 95% |
3214 | 2021-07-09 16:28:31 | 94.31 | 98% |
1919 | 2021-03-27 09:30:55 | 78.58 | 97% |