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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 803 | 2025-02-06 07:59:53 | 81.48 | 97.3% |
| 298 | 2024-08-12 19:07:06 | 88.15 | 95.4% |