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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7103 | 2017-11-24 20:03:16 | 85.27 | 98% |
| 6149 | 2017-05-03 22:37:20 | 86.31 | 98% |