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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18713 | 2025-07-07 23:33:35 | 80.26 | 97% |
| 12660 | 2025-04-11 02:47:51 | 81.69 | 96.4% |
| 9074 | 2025-02-16 00:26:17 | 81.47 | 96% |
| 6081 | 2025-01-01 11:12:17 | 71.27 | 96.7% |