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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1445 | 2017-08-13 20:46:03 | 51.91 | 97% |
| 315 | 2017-07-21 10:43:09 | 33.47 | 92% |