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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6804 | 2024-01-07 00:32:30 | 121.18 | 97.5% |
| 1991 | 2021-05-20 00:56:34 | 106.61 | 96% |
| 1956 | 2021-05-19 15:05:50 | 102.11 | 96% |