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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11271 | 2019-08-31 04:16:15 | 97.30 | 99% |
| 10671 | 2019-07-22 19:24:32 | 87.71 | 98% |
| 10388 | 2019-07-11 21:20:47 | 95.76 | 98% |
| 3827 | 2018-03-19 22:23:06 | 67.70 | 96% |