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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9733 | 2019-10-05 16:33:44 | 70.88 | 97% |
| 6228 | 2019-07-10 20:21:17 | 51.37 | 93% |
| 291 | 2018-07-26 04:23:54 | 35.38 | 96% |