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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2437 | 2018-02-21 02:43:31 | 91.88 | 95% |
| 2266 | 2018-02-16 21:48:28 | 97.85 | 98% |
| 1047 | 2017-11-29 20:18:31 | 98.51 | 97% |