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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4514 | 2021-08-22 22:26:44 | 92.07 | 99% |
| 208 | 2020-03-14 22:38:45 | 60.13 | 96% |