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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1189 | 2022-05-25 08:51:35 | 37.64 | 98% |
| 188 | 2022-04-20 14:15:32 | 30.32 | 95% |