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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1413 | 2017-06-30 15:17:34 | 83.00 | 98% |
| 1406 | 2017-06-30 15:12:19 | 102.52 | 98% |
| 115 | 2017-03-01 21:32:07 | 95.11 | 95% |