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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2595 | 2022-08-21 14:55:08 | 83.71 | 96% |
| 1844 | 2021-12-09 13:31:17 | 56.86 | 92% |