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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15409 | 2025-07-24 02:10:18 | 110.27 | 98% |
| 8814 | 2017-10-11 15:00:13 | 107.16 | 98% |
| 7704 | 2017-08-18 15:21:54 | 112.67 | 99% |