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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5430 | 2024-02-19 23:36:57 | 107.33 | 97.9% |
| 4697 | 2021-05-09 01:29:20 | 111.77 | 99% |
| 4359 | 2021-04-01 22:43:58 | 102.32 | 97% |
| 2751 | 2021-01-02 06:24:35 | 108.29 | 100% |