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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6605 | 2024-02-26 11:40:54 | 116.89 | 99.5% |
| 4172 | 2023-04-10 12:56:47 | 110.30 | 99% |