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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25890 | 2021-01-09 19:17:30 | 77.63 | 97% |
| 24701 | 2020-08-04 18:49:21 | 101.70 | 99% |
| 19128 | 2017-04-02 17:27:51 | 92.90 | 93% |