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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2215 | 2021-12-02 10:13:57 | 67.68 | 95% |
| 431 | 2021-03-24 17:16:53 | 55.64 | 94% |