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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3162 | 2020-12-28 13:23:44 | 78.48 | 98% |
| 2584 | 2020-11-08 16:38:00 | 76.22 | 98% |