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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 407 | 2021-05-02 06:49:21 | 75.49 | 96% |
| 196 | 2021-04-21 11:16:48 | 62.95 | 94% |