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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4467 | 2023-04-27 12:43:33 | 57.30 | 97% |
| 2378 | 2023-04-13 06:43:09 | 45.70 | 95% |
| 892 | 2023-03-20 12:26:55 | 47.69 | 97% |
| 663 | 2023-03-17 12:19:16 | 43.17 | 97% |