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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14691 | 2018-09-05 07:27:40 | 70.46 | 99% |
| 12247 | 2018-01-23 11:59:03 | 67.38 | 98% |