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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2112 | 2021-12-05 09:58:14 | 69.41 | 95% |
| 857 | 2020-01-12 05:41:38 | 50.38 | 95% |