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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3690 | 2021-03-25 16:54:05 | 77.42 | 97% |
| 2364 | 2017-03-25 20:25:21 | 76.39 | 95% |
| 1828 | 2017-02-10 21:42:19 | 68.06 | 92% |