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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4662 | 2020-06-18 14:39:50 | 78.97 | 98% |
| 403 | 2018-09-20 12:31:19 | 64.07 | 96% |