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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5546 | 2022-05-14 20:17:48 | 99.76 | 97% |
| 2412 | 2020-05-28 00:40:51 | 93.73 | 98% |
| 1014 | 2019-02-01 04:32:57 | 62.31 | 93% |