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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4067 | 2019-11-28 22:47:13 | 71.84 | 96% |
| 3427 | 2019-10-27 18:49:46 | 74.79 | 97% |