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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2430 | 2017-02-24 11:27:25 | 49.93 | 100% |
| 1401 | 2017-02-04 13:31:55 | 44.97 | 100% |
| 1278 | 2017-02-03 02:14:07 | 30.97 | 97% |
| 371 | 2017-01-26 10:28:05 | 32.69 | 91% |