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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4588 | 2021-10-28 07:51:01 | 90.41 | 98% |
| 2456 | 2019-03-27 19:45:01 | 84.82 | 97% |