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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 517 | 2021-01-11 09:45:37 | 58.55 | 97% |
| 185 | 2018-07-04 11:12:10 | 54.63 | 96% |