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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14780 | 2022-02-12 17:33:53 | 63.62 | 94% |
| 13979 | 2022-01-27 13:04:16 | 74.41 | 96% |
| 5865 | 2021-02-28 18:39:31 | 63.87 | 97% |
| 1776 | 2020-06-04 18:40:43 | 51.65 | 95% |