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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2588 | 2017-11-06 18:31:27 | 48.44 | 96% |
| 982 | 2017-03-24 14:53:27 | 46.40 | 98% |