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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8217 | 2021-04-30 17:17:44 | 132.22 | 99% |
| 5980 | 2020-09-23 03:19:07 | 123.98 | 100% |
| 2854 | 2020-04-17 18:39:31 | 115.36 | 98% |