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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3046 | 2021-02-14 21:19:57 | 76.91 | 97.4% |
| 213 | 2020-05-21 12:22:56 | 36.05 | 93% |