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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2060 | 2017-06-26 16:08:21 | 88.77 | 98% |
| 425 | 2017-03-13 17:43:30 | 70.79 | 85% |