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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1515 | 2025-01-14 06:25:54 | 86.24 | 95.8% |
| 1444 | 2025-01-03 07:21:51 | 95.35 | 97.5% |