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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5291 | 2022-12-20 05:42:45 | 64.65 | 95% |
| 4328 | 2022-09-20 00:22:44 | 65.36 | 96% |
| 3458 | 2022-02-06 23:12:42 | 64.83 | 97% |