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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6021 | 2022-04-24 09:22:46 | 98.75 | 97% |
| 4706 | 2021-07-07 11:58:07 | 104.71 | 98% |
| 2725 | 2019-03-17 12:33:53 | 91.19 | 98% |
| 646 | 2018-12-08 15:30:22 | 79.87 | 94% |