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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6494 | 2022-07-21 09:37:30 | 58.21 | 96% |
| 1574 | 2021-05-22 20:18:37 | 60.69 | 95% |
| 608 | 2021-03-27 12:02:00 | 65.36 | 98% |