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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2319 | 2022-12-25 03:29:15 | 53.39 | 94% |
| 738 | 2022-07-30 16:25:59 | 37.46 | 96% |