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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7975 | 2025-05-19 02:45:26 | 117.26 | 99% |
| 7291 | 2025-04-22 15:56:14 | 118.45 | 99% |
| 986 | 2018-04-17 17:26:55 | 81.74 | 94% |