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 |
---|---|---|---|
24435 | 2018-02-12 14:51:39 | 119.72 | 99% |
21697 | 2018-01-10 21:48:13 | 93.27 | 97% |
21086 | 2018-01-07 07:39:33 | 110.41 | 97% |
17692 | 2017-12-07 22:36:56 | 98.50 | 96% |