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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8457 | 2022-06-30 23:51:55 | 103.97 | 97% |
| 5673 | 2022-03-02 17:50:32 | 111.14 | 98% |
| 1017 | 2021-10-26 16:31:24 | 96.02 | 96% |