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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 643 | 2024-05-26 15:57:09 | 111.72 | 98.4% |
| 78 | 2020-11-30 15:16:45 | 95.27 | 99% |