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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1942 | 2021-11-05 12:39:00 | 75.30 | 96% |
| 89 | 2020-08-24 14:45:51 | 43.10 | 91% |
| 78 | 2020-08-22 14:46:37 | 74.47 | 97% |