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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1681 | 2017-07-05 19:27:34 | 87.55 | 94% |
| 1033 | 2017-06-14 08:06:31 | 108.04 | 97% |
| 694 | 2017-06-09 17:14:19 | 88.32 | 96% |
| 117 | 2017-06-04 15:26:57 | 101.62 | 96% |