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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1386 | 2022-05-06 21:30:34 | 82.29 | 98% |
| 1341 | 2021-02-20 19:26:30 | 74.40 | 96% |