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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2021-06-05 16:13:20 | 36.69 | 96% |
| 752 | 2021-05-24 03:51:14 | 33.78 | 96% |