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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 532 | 2019-02-10 21:18:26 | 98.86 | 97% |
| 379 | 2019-01-30 18:32:18 | 98.43 | 98% |