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 |
---|---|---|---|
20050 | 2022-03-08 03:33:10 | 89.01 | 97% |
17497 | 2019-02-27 03:25:27 | 77.52 | 97% |
16321 | 2018-01-09 11:59:58 | 83.95 | 98% |