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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2362 | 2020-03-02 19:06:05 | 89.47 | 97% |
| 502 | 2018-12-04 20:51:36 | 73.59 | 97% |
| 209 | 2018-11-05 20:23:39 | 60.74 | 96% |