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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2887 | 2024-06-04 19:26:46 | 80.49 | 97.5% |
| 1423 | 2024-05-13 19:20:47 | 72.09 | 96.5% |
| 755 | 2024-05-03 17:39:57 | 86.64 | 98.7% |