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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 434 | 2021-04-29 06:40:07 | 106.70 | 97% |
| 433 | 2021-04-29 06:39:24 | 125.54 | 100% |