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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1741 | 2018-07-14 14:10:01 | 102.68 | 97% |
| 1099 | 2018-05-17 12:34:05 | 94.19 | 96% |