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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4445 | 2022-02-21 13:17:52 | 67.29 | 95% |
| 3554 | 2022-02-13 14:19:05 | 69.11 | 96% |
| 1864 | 2022-01-27 10:49:10 | 64.24 | 95% |