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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1462 | 2017-07-19 06:29:50 | 55.56 | 97% |
| 817 | 2017-04-23 17:03:03 | 58.93 | 97% |