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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2189 | 2021-08-05 15:17:09 | 57.06 | 97% |
| 466 | 2021-03-05 09:17:43 | 49.78 | 96% |