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 |
---|---|---|---|
2898 | 2019-07-07 08:54:55 | 117.65 | 100% |
2448 | 2019-05-19 23:58:50 | 115.36 | 99% |
1712 | 2019-04-08 14:45:39 | 91.95 | 96% |