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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6702 | 2022-09-13 17:05:05 | 81.65 | 97% |
| 5402 | 2022-05-09 06:07:27 | 83.14 | 97% |
| 1150 | 2021-08-19 10:31:08 | 58.16 | 94% |