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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2393 | 2020-04-03 23:37:50 | 65.51 | 93% |
| 800 | 2019-12-28 20:03:51 | 65.57 | 95% |