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 |
---|---|---|---|
3760 | 2024-04-09 10:55:51 | 97.12 | 99.5% |
3087 | 2022-11-11 14:51:43 | 72.48 | 96% |
2082 | 2022-06-20 10:31:00 | 69.81 | 96% |