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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2259 | 2021-02-01 15:42:36 | 92.95 | 97.5% |
| 1301 | 2020-08-07 21:02:51 | 96.58 | 98% |