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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2917 | 2017-07-29 17:53:18 | 111.10 | 97% |
| 1847 | 2017-05-25 13:54:32 | 126.76 | 98% |