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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 163 | 2022-12-21 13:02:01 | 59.68 | 97% |
| 40 | 2022-07-15 06:50:38 | 41.98 | 94% |