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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 694 | 2021-12-26 12:38:21 | 58.43 | 95% |
| 603 | 2021-12-03 14:59:24 | 52.35 | 95% |