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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7255 | 2020-06-18 19:45:05 | 76.81 | 98% |
| 5975 | 2019-04-27 06:18:33 | 73.33 | 99% |
| 3896 | 2018-06-26 21:49:49 | 67.74 | 98% |
| 1136 | 2017-07-07 13:40:05 | 59.24 | 100% |