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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2730 | 2018-02-12 06:41:57 | 124.09 | 100% |
| 1869 | 2018-01-12 09:51:07 | 111.87 | 99% |