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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2596 | 2021-03-27 12:01:54 | 75.61 | 98% |
| 2469 | 2021-03-16 15:58:08 | 74.12 | 97% |
| 1873 | 2021-02-07 10:35:29 | 70.67 | 95% |
| 44 | 2020-11-29 11:51:31 | 63.16 | 96% |