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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10449 | 2022-04-10 19:41:48 | 135.91 | 100% |
| 7648 | 2021-11-12 16:34:29 | 115.59 | 97% |
| 7177 | 2021-11-05 18:14:20 | 118.77 | 98% |