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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 750 | 2023-07-31 16:29:26 | 49.83 | 94% |
| 660 | 2023-07-19 07:02:12 | 48.78 | 96.8% |