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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 580 | 2022-11-23 20:29:19 | 60.23 | 96% |
| 234 | 2022-09-19 23:24:22 | 65.44 | 98% |