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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 954 | 2020-01-14 17:06:29 | 37.33 | 96% |
| 218 | 2019-12-13 08:57:38 | 28.56 | 98% |