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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1715 | 2021-05-14 06:04:07 | 62.49 | 97% |
| 889 | 2021-03-29 06:23:03 | 56.11 | 96% |