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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6157 | 2020-02-27 12:03:40 | 88.29 | 98% |
| 3021 | 2020-02-12 16:04:11 | 74.14 | 97% |