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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10957 | 2020-11-24 09:16:09 | 107.23 | 98% |
| 9896 | 2020-01-27 16:21:31 | 108.31 | 96% |
| 8991 | 2019-10-01 14:51:19 | 123.25 | 99% |
| 1563 | 2018-09-19 11:45:00 | 97.02 | 98% |