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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14891 | 2019-01-25 21:46:36 | 108.64 | 99% |
| 8522 | 2017-10-15 03:41:19 | 85.45 | 95% |
| 5829 | 2017-06-07 02:23:05 | 100.28 | 98% |
| 2836 | 2017-02-09 23:27:52 | 97.30 | 97% |