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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2095 | 2023-03-16 07:06:59 | 66.60 | 95% |
| 1916 | 2023-03-08 12:45:29 | 63.31 | 95% |
| 897 | 2022-07-31 15:48:39 | 66.19 | 96% |