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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 315 | 2023-06-23 21:22:45 | 29.12 | 95.9% |
| 301 | 2023-06-23 18:37:38 | 31.30 | 96.6% |