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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7776 | 2020-04-21 19:36:57 | 92.24 | 98% |
| 1926 | 2019-05-07 22:06:16 | 96.75 | 100% |