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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1189 | 2022-04-26 15:30:45 | 57.60 | 95% |
| 492 | 2021-08-24 16:02:23 | 53.18 | 95% |