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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1189 | 2020-12-11 04:55:20 | 94.72 | 96% |
| 575 | 2020-09-14 17:34:16 | 137.62 | 99% |