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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1527 | 2023-03-19 02:17:58 | 54.16 | 95% |
| 1071 | 2023-02-13 07:03:12 | 60.78 | 97% |