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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1500 | 2022-04-07 12:58:58 | 68.05 | 97% |
| 1208 | 2022-03-29 23:22:46 | 61.06 | 97% |