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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4984 | 2021-09-02 12:29:14 | 87.36 | 97% |
| 1992 | 2020-07-28 20:15:40 | 69.20 | 95% |
| 1219 | 2020-01-12 20:22:02 | 75.07 | 96% |