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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2690 | 2021-12-06 16:29:01 | 68.64 | 95% |
| 2476 | 2021-07-13 04:15:19 | 61.85 | 95% |