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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4991 | 2025-02-07 04:11:04 | 131.75 | 98.3% |
| 4457 | 2024-05-18 07:31:46 | 134.34 | 97.8% |