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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 89550 | 2022-03-03 15:04:26 | 112.79 | 98% |
| 89502 | 2022-03-03 13:59:58 | 104.62 | 98% |
| 85557 | 2017-08-05 21:43:10 | 74.96 | 99% |