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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5664 | 2021-08-14 12:02:20 | 71.00 | 95% |
| 2616 | 2020-07-05 04:31:10 | 67.10 | 96% |
| 1201 | 2020-04-21 13:01:03 | 54.54 | 96% |