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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3418 | 2022-07-28 09:19:43 | 58.54 | 94% |
| 42 | 2021-05-26 07:44:42 | 55.30 | 97% |