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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10977 | 2021-04-27 04:40:12 | 90.88 | 97% |
| 10866 | 2021-04-22 08:32:43 | 79.01 | 95% |