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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1744 | 2021-02-27 19:36:15 | 91.77 | 97% |
| 1659 | 2021-02-05 00:00:16 | 91.00 | 97% |
| 1343 | 2021-01-14 06:24:28 | 79.65 | 95% |
| 112 | 2020-08-07 00:52:01 | 84.75 | 97% |