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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4896 | 2022-05-05 20:10:30 | 49.72 | 98% |
| 2818 | 2022-03-15 13:31:21 | 43.10 | 97% |
| 2573 | 2022-03-09 16:44:04 | 39.24 | 96% |