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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2811 | 2025-03-18 22:28:18 | 105.50 | 98.3% |
| 1500 | 2024-11-19 04:13:07 | 97.87 | 97.3% |
| 830 | 2024-10-25 15:43:43 | 92.74 | 96.3% |
| 16 | 2017-06-27 21:16:46 | 52.82 | 95% |