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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1262 | 2018-11-11 19:14:56 | 49.93 | 96% |
| 1110 | 2018-11-03 23:14:45 | 46.35 | 96% |