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 |
---|---|---|---|
5293 | 2018-06-14 16:27:51 | 94.95 | 99% |
3526 | 2017-12-06 14:25:58 | 97.27 | 98% |
2811 | 2017-11-21 21:47:06 | 85.75 | 98% |