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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2732 | 2022-08-15 14:31:38 | 81.77 | 96% |
| 1213 | 2021-01-25 15:32:54 | 70.77 | 98% |