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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1653 | 2019-02-07 16:11:30 | 58.00 | 94% |
| 868 | 2018-12-18 16:48:42 | 49.21 | 92% |
| 57 | 2018-09-07 15:50:30 | 33.88 | 92% |