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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6310 | 2022-04-11 09:57:50 | 58.26 | 98% |
| 1615 | 2017-11-01 14:45:08 | 54.52 | 96% |
| 797 | 2017-07-24 06:42:26 | 58.45 | 97% |
| 145 | 2017-07-07 05:55:55 | 59.45 | 96% |