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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12555 | 2024-07-10 04:59:37 | 86.45 | 96.8% |
| 12096 | 2024-05-14 10:06:21 | 86.84 | 97% |
| 6915 | 2023-02-14 04:52:27 | 76.42 | 97% |