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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 795 | 2022-12-02 12:02:29 | 109.05 | 98% |
| 385 | 2021-09-23 04:19:02 | 97.01 | 98% |