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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3973 | 2022-04-14 08:27:41 | 83.87 | 98% |
| 3258 | 2020-08-20 07:21:58 | 87.14 | 98% |