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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 186 | 2021-02-05 16:36:24 | 86.88 | 97.5% |
| 79 | 2020-08-05 23:18:20 | 73.85 | 95% |