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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16625 | 2019-12-25 06:03:30 | 76.76 | 98% |
| 9652 | 2019-03-27 01:17:41 | 62.64 | 97% |
| 5234 | 2018-08-09 01:48:06 | 79.39 | 97% |