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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5607 | 2022-04-07 14:00:00 | 74.11 | 96% |
| 3477 | 2022-01-04 03:10:55 | 87.23 | 97% |
| 1788 | 2020-04-30 17:15:42 | 72.27 | 96% |