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 |
---|---|---|---|
6436 | 2019-03-12 05:16:17 | 73.60 | 97% |
3294 | 2018-09-30 19:57:12 | 73.32 | 96% |
2161 | 2018-08-10 16:53:50 | 78.01 | 98% |
593 | 2018-02-11 02:44:35 | 66.97 | 96% |