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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4903 | 2021-03-24 16:11:09 | 85.65 | 96% |
| 647 | 2019-12-13 03:53:50 | 45.33 | 94% |