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 |
---|---|---|---|
1294 | 2017-04-09 08:43:25 | 37.65 | 93% |
277 | 2017-03-22 13:18:38 | 35.76 | 91% |
81 | 2017-03-20 06:05:07 | 42.34 | 97% |