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 |
---|---|---|---|
3021 | 2017-12-09 18:06:16 | 92.36 | 99% |
2653 | 2017-10-01 14:22:28 | 83.05 | 98% |
2506 | 2017-07-12 15:26:37 | 80.25 | 97% |