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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 471 | 2022-06-24 09:56:27 | 128.61 | 98% |
| 159 | 2020-06-22 16:46:31 | 112.51 | 97% |