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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1372 | 2020-07-08 06:03:25 | 60.75 | 95% |
| 579 | 2020-06-24 11:45:35 | 60.36 | 96% |