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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6812 | 2021-09-06 21:41:20 | 66.51 | 94% |
| 4436 | 2021-01-06 22:49:27 | 81.96 | 98% |