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 |
---|---|---|---|
4954 | 2021-01-09 10:07:38 | 76.44 | 96% |
943 | 2020-09-10 15:54:44 | 68.84 | 96% |
750 | 2020-09-06 11:52:06 | 60.49 | 94% |