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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2578 | 2017-06-01 21:43:48 | 66.24 | 93% |
| 2486 | 2017-05-21 19:22:47 | 63.21 | 95% |