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 |
---|---|---|---|
2950 | 2018-02-03 18:16:04 | 55.85 | 96% |
66 | 2017-05-12 15:46:47 | 38.64 | 78% |
26 | 2017-05-12 12:53:14 | 39.53 | 81% |