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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 634 | 2023-06-10 18:39:31 | 54.11 | 94.2% |
| 323 | 2023-03-11 18:27:33 | 60.24 | 95% |