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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2152 | 2020-11-22 15:49:26 | 90.09 | 97% |
| 326 | 2017-09-12 17:03:41 | 40.57 | 93% |