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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15451 | 2022-09-12 06:57:43 | 83.76 | 96% |
| 12960 | 2017-12-24 16:01:18 | 63.61 | 97% |
| 12420 | 2017-08-17 02:55:17 | 85.44 | 97% |
| 12148 | 2017-07-15 12:38:48 | 60.54 | 95% |