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 |
---|---|---|---|
4694 | 2024-10-07 06:20:10 | 93.44 | 96.3% |
4621 | 2024-08-30 06:35:15 | 110.91 | 98.3% |
1475 | 2021-10-18 02:44:24 | 80.94 | 96% |