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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2083 | 2022-01-27 21:33:57 | 81.78 | 99% |
| 644 | 2020-07-17 15:02:00 | 63.11 | 97% |
| 315 | 2020-07-10 19:21:25 | 62.45 | 95% |