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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7410 | 2021-10-06 11:40:21 | 110.04 | 98% |
| 2539 | 2021-02-27 09:29:17 | 108.38 | 96.9% |
| 741 | 2021-01-21 15:42:21 | 95.90 | 96% |