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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5763 | 2022-03-03 07:22:25 | 166.26 | 98% |
| 5014 | 2022-02-13 09:27:46 | 189.37 | 99% |
| 4682 | 2022-01-19 05:19:38 | 155.19 | 96% |
| 4454 | 2021-12-17 12:09:02 | 179.65 | 98% |