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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2123 | 2021-04-25 20:39:48 | 86.42 | 98% |
| 1953 | 2021-04-14 20:46:07 | 98.49 | 100% |
| 1834 | 2021-04-02 14:59:34 | 72.51 | 96% |
| 1213 | 2020-12-02 13:49:06 | 58.32 | 96% |