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 |
---|---|---|---|
3680 | 2017-05-04 17:41:06 | 98.17 | 95% |
3375 | 2017-04-13 22:58:25 | 82.08 | 87% |
2002 | 2017-02-24 20:59:48 | 89.84 | 97% |