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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1552 | 2021-05-23 09:20:52 | 53.97 | 96% |
| 828 | 2021-01-25 11:36:32 | 43.99 | 93% |
| 387 | 2021-01-09 14:34:51 | 42.24 | 94% |