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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3589 | 2025-05-24 04:02:15 | 74.48 | 95.8% |
| 2083 | 2020-06-16 09:35:40 | 58.08 | 94% |