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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4936 | 2022-09-12 14:29:10 | 72.13 | 97% |
| 4019 | 2022-07-01 20:34:43 | 57.34 | 96% |
| 1949 | 2022-03-16 22:25:18 | 68.21 | 97% |
| 1444 | 2022-03-06 14:30:35 | 66.23 | 97% |