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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 658 | 2020-08-20 01:05:12 | 79.50 | 98% |
| 476 | 2020-08-10 01:47:52 | 77.13 | 96% |