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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5194 | 2020-05-12 18:18:57 | 137.33 | 99% |
| 4256 | 2020-04-23 23:45:35 | 130.99 | 99% |
| 3499 | 2020-04-15 03:59:14 | 130.38 | 98% |