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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2552 | 2019-06-18 18:23:12 | 124.39 | 98% |
| 510 | 2018-03-31 02:54:58 | 110.77 | 98% |