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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5920 | 2019-01-07 05:39:09 | 81.62 | 99% |
| 2009 | 2018-02-08 06:53:57 | 57.31 | 97% |
| 1767 | 2018-02-03 20:57:48 | 63.29 | 96% |
| 262 | 2017-12-13 23:46:52 | 56.72 | 99% |