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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 432 | 2018-10-22 17:42:45 | 66.34 | 98% |
| 320 | 2018-10-20 17:30:42 | 61.46 | 97% |