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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4620 | 2023-09-01 13:51:42 | 82.48 | 97% |
| 2120 | 2020-11-15 15:54:42 | 85.76 | 99% |
| 1667 | 2020-11-03 15:11:18 | 83.63 | 98% |