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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2458 | 2023-06-08 02:24:16 | 61.16 | 97.8% |
| 582 | 2023-01-10 15:10:34 | 37.24 | 95% |