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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1459 | 2021-03-01 20:03:28 | 85.42 | 97% |
| 1130 | 2021-02-23 20:27:58 | 72.59 | 95% |