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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11443 | 2019-01-18 23:51:00 | 145.40 | 98% |
| 10063 | 2017-05-04 17:41:00 | 127.14 | 96% |
| 9711 | 2017-04-20 18:45:44 | 127.95 | 98% |