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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 833 | 2021-12-23 12:48:25 | 66.03 | 98% |
| 475 | 2021-12-11 04:49:45 | 64.39 | 98% |