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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1375 | 2017-12-11 15:02:36 | 71.32 | 97% |
| 951 | 2017-10-17 12:48:22 | 61.97 | 94% |