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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2680 | 2020-06-12 07:05:24 | 76.66 | 95% |
| 2423 | 2020-05-06 12:30:41 | 79.54 | 96% |