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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 485 | 2019-09-12 06:31:49 | 101.63 | 97% |
| 375 | 2019-07-09 17:55:12 | 130.22 | 99% |