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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3690 | 2023-10-25 05:12:29 | 67.27 | 99.1% |
| 3164 | 2023-10-19 20:21:03 | 52.09 | 97.5% |