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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13868 | 2020-07-04 14:46:02 | 69.47 | 98% |
| 13326 | 2019-12-29 20:14:15 | 60.93 | 97% |
| 12353 | 2019-10-17 09:44:27 | 64.14 | 97% |