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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1982 | 2017-07-17 16:49:08 | 63.76 | 96% |
| 1956 | 2017-05-08 08:09:27 | 61.82 | 96% |