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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1629 | 2023-04-17 04:16:55 | 92.07 | 98% |
| 558 | 2023-01-20 13:15:23 | 86.15 | 98% |
| 291 | 2023-01-02 18:17:21 | 90.27 | 99% |