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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2478 | 2021-07-19 09:44:53 | 189.46 | 100% |
| 2255 | 2021-07-14 08:26:36 | 153.09 | 96% |