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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7815 | 2025-09-15 20:22:41 | 99.97 | 100% |
| 6670 | 2025-05-28 13:43:09 | 75.35 | 100% |
| 5862 | 2025-05-07 19:20:52 | 102.82 | 100% |