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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3134 | 2021-01-17 07:56:55 | 67.30 | 96% |
| 1146 | 2019-06-10 06:18:02 | 74.87 | 98% |