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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7004 | 2021-07-29 05:20:06 | 66.46 | 94% |
| 306 | 2020-07-13 13:00:15 | 50.26 | 95% |