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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4858 | 2020-08-27 03:43:00 | 85.97 | 97% |
| 1536 | 2019-12-25 09:59:06 | 73.62 | 96% |