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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1997 | 2021-05-27 05:43:28 | 77.23 | 98% |
| 602 | 2020-12-10 08:21:13 | 60.22 | 97% |