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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 510 | 2021-03-22 13:16:57 | 50.16 | 97% |
| 443 | 2021-03-20 12:08:49 | 45.28 | 95% |