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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4471 | 2022-07-06 04:59:34 | 92.55 | 95% |
| 2302 | 2022-04-02 21:54:26 | 100.66 | 96% |
| 2096 | 2022-03-26 05:31:21 | 105.28 | 98% |