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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4944 | 2019-07-08 07:50:55 | 83.66 | 99% |
| 4209 | 2019-05-19 04:38:39 | 76.17 | 99% |