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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37808 | 2021-04-18 19:40:15 | 116.40 | 98% |
| 32261 | 2018-05-04 17:16:37 | 118.06 | 99% |
| 30856 | 2018-03-19 23:31:24 | 115.26 | 97% |