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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3095 | 2023-04-13 04:58:58 | 70.77 | 96% |
| 585 | 2022-03-31 07:31:10 | 48.18 | 96% |