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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3360 | 2021-11-07 13:33:58 | 87.73 | 96% |
| 1418 | 2021-01-06 12:36:43 | 77.64 | 95% |
| 717 | 2018-12-08 18:55:40 | 66.35 | 94% |