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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7553 | 2025-06-03 20:53:20 | 97.99 | 96% |
| 3328 | 2021-02-13 18:52:18 | 104.47 | 96.3% |
| 3065 | 2021-01-17 00:28:33 | 116.91 | 98% |