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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1414 | 2022-04-05 04:13:53 | 57.16 | 96% |
| 589 | 2021-03-29 08:13:24 | 59.90 | 94% |