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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1058 | 2022-04-03 06:04:06 | 96.53 | 97% |
| 312 | 2020-03-16 03:15:41 | 77.07 | 98% |