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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27968 | 2021-09-13 06:20:27 | 108.20 | 99% |
| 27127 | 2020-07-01 21:46:12 | 119.06 | 99% |
| 18573 | 2017-02-11 12:29:52 | 105.58 | 95% |