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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2019-07-16 23:21:45 | 56.98 | 95% |
| 200 | 2019-07-16 23:19:50 | 55.14 | 97% |