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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5031 | 2020-12-08 02:40:10 | 100.48 | 99% |
| 3939 | 2020-11-02 17:37:29 | 86.00 | 97% |
| 1428 | 2019-01-20 20:58:11 | 84.44 | 97% |