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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1508 | 2021-09-13 17:49:10 | 43.28 | 93% |
| 1073 | 2021-09-09 14:24:47 | 55.33 | 95% |