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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 519 | 2023-09-29 16:25:52 | 62.80 | 97% |
| 29 | 2022-07-28 14:33:49 | 36.43 | 94% |