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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3396 | 2022-02-07 09:32:24 | 86.02 | 95% |
| 3277 | 2022-02-05 12:10:01 | 97.70 | 96% |
| 1269 | 2021-11-03 13:17:56 | 89.78 | 97% |