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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2237 | 2023-11-02 17:10:11 | 77.01 | 96.3% |
| 380 | 2023-03-02 20:50:41 | 65.10 | 95% |