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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1141 | 2022-09-20 01:43:55 | 95.21 | 97% |
| 1025 | 2022-05-02 02:25:47 | 94.21 | 97% |