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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17733 | 2017-09-01 02:09:49 | 189.94 | 100% |
| 15652 | 2017-06-26 01:19:00 | 179.29 | 98% |
| 15181 | 2017-06-01 00:14:34 | 162.51 | 93% |
| 15088 | 2017-05-28 02:10:58 | 182.77 | 96% |
| 14991 | 2017-05-20 20:19:29 | 193.24 | 100% |
| 13348 | 2017-03-12 00:42:57 | 166.69 | 98% |