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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4648 | 2021-08-23 12:52:29 | 55.99 | 95% |
| 2558 | 2021-03-07 13:31:01 | 46.77 | 94% |