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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2312 | 2017-10-23 14:31:31 | 127.93 | 100% |
| 2007 | 2017-07-02 22:08:20 | 109.40 | 97% |
| 806 | 2017-01-24 23:04:54 | 103.59 | 96% |
| 777 | 2017-01-23 00:06:12 | 93.28 | 93% |