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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1114 | 2022-04-28 12:10:51 | 104.74 | 100% |
| 1062 | 2022-03-14 00:06:18 | 93.64 | 98% |