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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1271 | 2017-07-03 14:20:13 | 44.67 | 97% |
| 1037 | 2017-06-22 16:43:01 | 47.26 | 97% |
| 618 | 2017-06-03 15:27:51 | 48.37 | 92% |