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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 309 | 2023-05-22 05:23:13 | 52.61 | 95.3% |
| 264 | 2023-05-18 18:51:49 | 48.94 | 95.3% |