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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2211 | 2023-09-29 15:39:13 | 136.58 | 98.3% |
| 1530 | 2023-09-18 17:19:00 | 130.52 | 97.9% |
| 1203 | 2023-09-13 17:26:51 | 131.93 | 99.1% |