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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3664 | 2021-10-18 09:01:59 | 101.21 | 100% |
| 2110 | 2019-05-15 19:44:39 | 93.75 | 98% |
| 1660 | 2018-11-29 18:30:47 | 85.79 | 98% |