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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17830 | 2022-03-03 18:51:51 | 142.25 | 98% |
| 17799 | 2022-03-03 07:22:27 | 144.44 | 99% |
| 14134 | 2021-08-23 00:23:09 | 156.98 | 99% |
| 7991 | 2021-01-07 15:06:52 | 142.91 | 99% |