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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12124 | 2020-09-10 20:50:55 | 161.31 | 99% |
| 5590 | 2019-04-24 20:14:21 | 160.07 | 98% |
| 4250 | 2019-03-18 10:30:21 | 163.46 | 99% |
| 3086 | 2019-03-04 12:37:00 | 164.82 | 100% |
| 2920 | 2019-03-03 17:45:38 | 151.59 | 98% |