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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1999 | 2018-04-12 12:15:59 | 80.70 | 98% |
| 382 | 2017-09-14 13:56:42 | 61.58 | 96% |