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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4986 | 2022-12-31 02:47:41 | 62.46 | 97% |
| 4380 | 2021-04-01 22:02:53 | 78.86 | 98% |
| 3086 | 2020-12-08 06:43:26 | 62.42 | 95% |