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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9949 | 2021-05-20 14:26:36 | 165.02 | 98% |
| 8354 | 2021-05-10 13:45:28 | 170.01 | 98% |
| 7963 | 2021-05-07 13:37:50 | 158.42 | 99% |
| 184 | 2017-03-01 20:01:13 | 150.72 | 99% |