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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 367 | 2022-12-01 14:02:09 | 39.23 | 97% |
| 255 | 2022-11-27 22:04:27 | 35.29 | 95% |