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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 765 | 2022-04-10 09:08:46 | 53.69 | 94% |
| 716 | 2022-04-04 13:36:17 | 56.35 | 97% |