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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1643 | 2019-09-04 07:08:54 | 90.22 | 99% |
| 1412 | 2019-08-16 05:09:54 | 71.82 | 97% |