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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 140 | 2023-08-07 18:54:06 | 72.48 | 96.9% |
| 78 | 2023-07-27 15:01:34 | 58.47 | 94.3% |