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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19486 | 2022-09-12 07:12:36 | 95.38 | 98% |
| 18874 | 2021-11-30 05:35:43 | 98.97 | 97% |
| 15755 | 2019-04-23 15:16:07 | 97.63 | 98% |