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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5865 | 2020-10-28 15:04:08 | 47.68 | 96% |
| 4909 | 2020-07-03 14:49:40 | 45.49 | 98% |
| 3631 | 2020-05-21 12:22:44 | 43.61 | 96% |