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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1920 | 2024-03-14 00:21:25 | 89.01 | 97.1% |
| 1 | 2022-05-27 18:20:03 | 62.28 | 97% |