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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3314 | 2022-05-31 14:46:04 | 79.06 | 96% |
| 1646 | 2021-06-27 21:17:06 | 76.14 | 96% |