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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8620 | 2020-12-03 14:34:21 | 99.47 | 98% |
| 5592 | 2020-08-26 19:58:45 | 96.59 | 99% |
| 5284 | 2020-07-17 12:33:57 | 82.86 | 96% |