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 |
---|---|---|---|
1241 | 2017-05-20 04:05:10 | 63.02 | 90% |
1033 | 2017-05-08 00:28:01 | 76.35 | 96% |
370 | 2017-03-20 11:57:35 | 68.90 | 96% |
245 | 2017-03-06 01:10:02 | 55.17 | 90% |