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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1065 | 2022-11-23 07:34:33 | 52.31 | 95% |
| 545 | 2022-10-18 13:35:08 | 40.79 | 93% |