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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17967 | 2019-02-24 00:55:17 | 85.30 | 100% |
| 14088 | 2017-07-29 11:23:25 | 73.54 | 96% |