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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2151 | 2022-02-01 09:58:40 | 87.70 | 97% |
| 817 | 2021-08-24 13:03:07 | 64.08 | 96% |