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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1213 | 2023-05-28 02:06:32 | 127.28 | 98.7% |
| 1059 | 2021-11-27 16:53:41 | 121.25 | 99% |