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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3815 | 2022-08-01 15:24:20 | 100.63 | 98% |
| 3606 | 2022-07-25 20:12:51 | 108.14 | 98% |
| 2722 | 2022-06-03 19:03:26 | 102.85 | 97% |
| 2342 | 2022-05-25 20:14:54 | 98.05 | 96% |