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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3556 | 2022-06-02 18:53:35 | 71.35 | 97% |
| 381 | 2022-01-20 08:34:48 | 57.79 | 97% |