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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3820 | 2017-11-16 22:13:16 | 94.04 | 97% |
| 3352 | 2017-04-21 01:48:06 | 93.18 | 96% |