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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10201 | 2017-08-01 04:41:40 | 82.90 | 99% |
| 9944 | 2017-07-07 13:40:01 | 65.75 | 98% |