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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1711 | 2018-12-17 18:58:17 | 70.18 | 95% |
| 239 | 2018-10-19 20:15:56 | 81.90 | 98% |