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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4784 | 2023-01-20 17:21:48 | 83.37 | 97% |
| 389 | 2020-12-14 06:07:50 | 67.78 | 95% |