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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2149 | 2020-11-21 08:14:09 | 62.84 | 95% |
| 852 | 2020-07-03 11:15:24 | 55.93 | 94% |