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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6286 | 2025-07-08 21:25:03 | 90.89 | 98% |
| 2769 | 2024-09-20 17:42:08 | 91.37 | 97.4% |
| 2508 | 2024-09-15 09:48:22 | 67.68 | 95.7% |