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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5618 | 2022-07-23 05:12:26 | 60.58 | 99% |
| 5291 | 2022-06-13 05:04:42 | 55.98 | 98% |
| 1875 | 2018-05-04 05:58:16 | 47.36 | 97% |
| 984 | 2017-10-12 04:32:24 | 53.51 | 99% |