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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9604 | 2022-07-29 20:03:32 | 105.20 | 97% |
| 6735 | 2022-03-25 14:58:56 | 114.68 | 98% |
| 6699 | 2022-03-24 23:13:44 | 98.86 | 96% |