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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 620 | 2023-08-25 22:41:58 | 33.39 | 98.2% |
| 500 | 2023-04-18 10:43:42 | 27.79 | 96% |