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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 793 | 2024-05-21 04:29:47 | 82.28 | 96% |
| 343 | 2023-04-01 16:48:39 | 80.33 | 98% |