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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3370 | 2020-11-13 04:25:03 | 70.88 | 95% |
| 2965 | 2020-10-08 22:27:59 | 57.92 | 94% |
| 409 | 2020-03-30 20:26:47 | 40.12 | 96% |