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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7563 | 2021-07-30 17:36:39 | 76.06 | 95% |
| 4528 | 2021-03-29 16:07:10 | 78.17 | 98% |
| 3792 | 2021-02-28 02:35:05 | 65.40 | 94.4% |