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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7395 | 2022-12-31 21:29:05 | 88.80 | 96% |
| 7328 | 2022-12-06 17:05:27 | 97.71 | 98% |
| 3361 | 2020-03-12 20:54:58 | 98.86 | 99% |