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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5182 | 2021-11-19 22:11:20 | 60.13 | 96% |
| 5014 | 2021-09-27 19:34:59 | 68.39 | 98% |
| 4054 | 2021-06-04 05:46:17 | 72.36 | 97% |
| 3409 | 2021-05-04 15:21:38 | 74.06 | 99% |
| 2709 | 2021-04-19 05:58:35 | 68.57 | 97% |