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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2379 | 2022-03-23 16:51:23 | 53.23 | 94% |
| 48 | 2021-10-05 18:13:25 | 41.10 | 94% |