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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5180 | 2017-07-07 02:20:08 | 72.30 | 97% |
| 5030 | 2017-06-24 00:44:05 | 69.34 | 97% |
| 4919 | 2017-06-11 05:28:31 | 74.41 | 97% |
| 3662 | 2017-03-11 20:30:44 | 63.22 | 89% |
| 3261 | 2017-02-07 20:07:05 | 61.31 | 91% |