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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2764 | 2020-05-04 23:46:34 | 94.14 | 100% |
| 912 | 2019-11-17 13:50:26 | 93.34 | 100% |