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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4906 | 2023-05-09 11:16:06 | 63.18 | 98% |
| 2995 | 2023-03-02 08:59:13 | 60.48 | 97% |