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 |
---|---|---|---|
4691 | 2019-02-24 00:55:17 | 84.46 | 95% |
3571 | 2018-10-05 16:22:46 | 106.75 | 97% |