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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1776 | 2021-12-06 05:57:28 | 76.83 | 94% |
| 1130 | 2018-11-12 18:44:10 | 72.78 | 95% |