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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 593 | 2017-04-30 12:14:11 | 29.21 | 97% |
| 574 | 2017-04-30 11:37:54 | 50.88 | 98% |