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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1898 | 2022-07-14 17:06:05 | 72.33 | 99% |
| 575 | 2022-02-06 18:21:43 | 60.99 | 98% |
| 188 | 2022-01-27 13:04:24 | 60.11 | 98% |