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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3311 | 2021-01-06 18:37:33 | 58.68 | 97% |
| 1773 | 2020-11-12 23:30:15 | 52.70 | 99% |