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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3013 | 2021-08-27 23:01:09 | 83.00 | 96% |
| 2739 | 2021-05-11 17:33:18 | 83.03 | 97% |