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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2091 | 2022-03-22 11:59:08 | 77.24 | 98% |
| 1242 | 2021-05-05 11:13:50 | 65.42 | 96% |