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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1604 | 2017-06-13 03:01:11 | 45.18 | 97% |
| 1402 | 2017-05-12 02:50:55 | 47.07 | 93% |
| 1174 | 2017-03-30 03:22:12 | 45.47 | 100% |