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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3156 | 2022-07-03 08:57:13 | 69.35 | 96% |
| 2365 | 2022-02-06 10:38:11 | 68.25 | 96% |