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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8003 | 2021-07-10 23:28:29 | 124.10 | 98% |
| 5699 | 2021-03-09 17:41:09 | 124.79 | 99% |
| 4972 | 2020-12-30 02:08:50 | 108.38 | 97% |
| 4757 | 2020-08-31 23:01:05 | 106.46 | 99% |