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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12115 | 2025-02-26 05:11:05 | 137.25 | 98.7% |
| 11951 | 2025-02-14 03:48:20 | 134.05 | 97.5% |
| 5788 | 2021-04-13 03:10:01 | 143.64 | 100% |