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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2976 | 2024-01-27 18:11:00 | 92.05 | 97% |
| 1386 | 2021-01-07 11:29:22 | 82.38 | 98% |
| 486 | 2020-09-11 10:48:55 | 90.86 | 99% |