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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2023-05-04 23:06:10 | 52.40 | 97% |
| 981 | 2023-03-30 17:37:05 | 56.90 | 97% |