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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2860 | 2023-09-25 03:19:05 | 94.76 | 99.1% |
| 2848 | 2023-09-19 20:50:54 | 100.03 | 98.2% |