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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2021-10-22 09:37:42 | 75.09 | 97% |
| 727 | 2021-04-05 10:14:27 | 66.39 | 97% |
| 246 | 2020-06-24 03:08:55 | 57.71 | 97% |