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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12679 | 2021-04-13 13:56:46 | 76.79 | 97% |
| 9838 | 2020-11-18 13:25:56 | 85.29 | 98% |
| 5356 | 2020-08-23 22:19:58 | 75.53 | 98% |
| 930 | 2020-01-16 16:02:21 | 70.04 | 98% |