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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1086 | 2022-08-12 08:26:05 | 60.96 | 97% |
| 96 | 2022-05-28 23:47:09 | 53.54 | 96% |