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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2687 | 2023-01-29 19:43:05 | 139.37 | 100% |
| 841 | 2022-07-27 18:11:41 | 107.87 | 96% |