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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 925 | 2022-11-07 19:15:57 | 57.68 | 96% |
| 873 | 2022-10-31 14:53:07 | 53.37 | 94% |