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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 939 | 2025-06-22 16:46:31 | 94.97 | 99% |
| 526 | 2024-01-30 17:23:15 | 96.79 | 97.4% |