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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13906 | 2023-09-27 21:52:39 | 141.85 | 99.6% |
| 13550 | 2023-03-09 17:43:01 | 130.79 | 100% |
| 4541 | 2020-07-01 23:20:27 | 105.01 | 98% |