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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8292 | 2022-09-16 06:10:03 | 66.62 | 100% |
| 7390 | 2022-03-23 08:08:24 | 58.29 | 98% |
| 1768 | 2018-09-28 09:32:06 | 51.75 | 97% |