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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13574 | 2017-05-23 01:00:50 | 83.81 | 91% |
| 13028 | 2017-03-23 01:17:58 | 103.36 | 97% |
| 12758 | 2017-03-06 03:59:25 | 100.65 | 97% |