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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7405 | 2022-07-12 11:55:52 | 103.98 | 97% |
| 5428 | 2022-03-09 19:30:28 | 117.59 | 99% |