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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2998 | 2022-06-30 22:50:59 | 138.03 | 100% |
| 2158 | 2022-06-22 16:52:31 | 116.68 | 98% |