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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1147 | 2023-07-04 01:13:36 | 72.95 | 96.4% |
| 959 | 2023-06-29 00:59:16 | 61.53 | 95.1% |