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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10727 | 2025-11-23 23:40:46 | 171.89 | 100% |
| 9044 | 2025-10-29 23:01:34 | 151.80 | 97% |