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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 594 | 2023-06-15 19:22:56 | 46.06 | 98% |
| 117 | 2023-06-10 06:36:37 | 29.55 | 91% |