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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10063 | 2022-09-15 15:13:52 | 102.73 | 97% |
| 7853 | 2018-05-02 17:05:56 | 102.12 | 97% |
| 7775 | 2018-05-01 19:40:43 | 82.68 | 95% |
| 5631 | 2017-06-16 17:59:00 | 94.75 | 98% |