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 |
---|---|---|---|
2816 | 2017-12-31 08:39:53 | 68.13 | 96% |
1509 | 2017-07-01 03:38:20 | 59.43 | 94% |
1508 | 2017-07-01 03:37:30 | 57.14 | 95% |