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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10305 | 2023-06-02 17:12:40 | 219.82 | 100% |
| 10237 | 2023-05-29 20:27:48 | 201.19 | 99% |
| 8483 | 2023-02-20 18:47:40 | 181.97 | 98% |
| 2103 | 2021-04-13 19:33:33 | 151.10 | 98% |