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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2588 | 2021-10-22 09:37:51 | 59.25 | 95% |
| 199 | 2019-11-01 06:55:23 | 50.83 | 97% |