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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2728 | 2019-12-27 09:58:39 | 74.37 | 98% |
| 617 | 2019-09-23 12:41:43 | 63.78 | 97% |