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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4267 | 2021-05-23 19:22:02 | 79.38 | 97% |
| 2919 | 2021-02-26 11:11:50 | 93.08 | 97.5% |
| 2224 | 2021-01-27 16:01:40 | 94.45 | 99% |