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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3348 | 2023-05-25 18:44:16 | 69.98 | 97.5% |
| 2451 | 2023-04-19 19:21:59 | 67.69 | 96% |