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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19535 | 2022-03-19 07:34:02 | 97.10 | 99% |
| 19358 | 2021-12-21 08:38:27 | 90.35 | 99% |