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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19776 | 2024-12-02 08:44:53 | 76.44 | 97.4% |
| 16405 | 2023-07-14 10:47:02 | 87.37 | 97.5% |
| 3218 | 2020-09-10 07:56:19 | 66.55 | 97% |