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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1524 | 2022-04-18 04:21:11 | 91.01 | 97% |
| 738 | 2022-02-09 17:21:06 | 74.10 | 96% |