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 |
---|---|---|---|
1597 | 2017-06-27 01:18:50 | 141.66 | 99% |
1189 | 2017-06-23 01:15:25 | 139.06 | 99% |
231 | 2017-06-16 05:15:49 | 117.45 | 98% |