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 |
---|---|---|---|
8242 | 2022-03-11 10:24:01 | 91.01 | 96% |
5310 | 2019-05-09 14:19:51 | 83.56 | 95% |
5131 | 2019-04-23 15:16:09 | 91.33 | 98% |