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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18055 | 2023-07-09 17:51:51 | 126.56 | 98% |
| 17090 | 2022-08-26 01:20:36 | 122.53 | 98% |