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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1190 | 2021-10-29 08:50:37 | 76.07 | 100% |
| 173 | 2017-08-07 10:34:53 | 60.89 | 97% |
| 43 | 2017-06-19 02:17:06 | 51.95 | 95% |