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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1093 | 2018-01-28 13:51:51 | 47.75 | 96% |
| 696 | 2017-12-26 13:23:34 | 51.29 | 97% |