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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3583 | 2020-02-05 20:42:56 | 77.41 | 97% |
| 2161 | 2018-02-26 19:18:23 | 69.07 | 97% |
| 1941 | 2018-01-05 19:56:40 | 66.36 | 96% |