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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8709 | 2025-04-28 17:06:45 | 136.05 | 97.4% |
| 2821 | 2019-01-29 17:30:20 | 141.89 | 99% |
| 1946 | 2018-11-14 00:36:54 | 148.81 | 99% |
| 1803 | 2018-11-12 22:46:21 | 143.21 | 99% |
| 503 | 2018-09-12 19:56:21 | 112.11 | 97% |