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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14185 | 2021-02-10 16:38:54 | 130.98 | 99% |
| 13746 | 2020-11-04 19:01:06 | 132.94 | 99% |
| 6588 | 2017-11-08 21:41:53 | 95.96 | 96% |
| 4580 | 2017-02-24 00:08:31 | 87.55 | 92% |