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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2022-01-21 18:12:48 | 83.05 | 99% |
| 675 | 2021-06-30 10:53:56 | 65.17 | 96% |