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 |
---|---|---|---|
10578 | 2019-06-20 09:56:17 | 95.57 | 96% |
10397 | 2019-05-28 02:49:09 | 111.24 | 98% |
8251 | 2017-08-12 08:31:19 | 100.69 | 97% |