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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1524 | 2022-02-20 20:42:52 | 76.65 | 98% |
| 54 | 2021-10-14 00:58:06 | 43.91 | 93% |