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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6674 | 2021-05-26 09:50:31 | 137.07 | 99% |
| 5311 | 2021-04-24 09:40:15 | 138.26 | 100% |