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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5819 | 2022-05-30 15:20:58 | 75.76 | 98% |
| 4191 | 2021-12-21 16:34:40 | 78.70 | 99% |
| 3019 | 2021-10-11 10:39:22 | 76.99 | 98% |