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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3047 | 2021-12-11 15:51:50 | 84.03 | 96% |
| 2872 | 2021-11-18 05:51:49 | 94.94 | 99% |
| 2592 | 2021-11-16 23:52:40 | 89.33 | 98% |