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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1540 | 2025-04-28 15:12:34 | 110.67 | 97% |
| 19 | 2018-08-05 20:36:51 | 97.83 | 97% |