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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1841 | 2021-04-27 12:10:03 | 61.39 | 92% |
| 1611 | 2021-03-09 13:02:12 | 59.06 | 94% |
| 1065 | 2020-11-27 19:21:23 | 67.14 | 96% |