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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2019-09-08 05:21:11 | 64.06 | 94% |
| 189 | 2019-08-30 22:06:12 | 60.73 | 94% |