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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1516 | 2022-02-22 16:41:55 | 67.50 | 98% |
| 26 | 2021-03-10 03:28:28 | 35.25 | 95% |