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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4933 | 2021-06-09 17:35:43 | 76.91 | 95% |
| 4576 | 2021-04-26 10:35:42 | 63.58 | 94% |
| 392 | 2018-12-02 02:16:30 | 64.04 | 96% |