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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2120 | 2017-04-28 01:36:30 | 157.01 | 100% |
| 1401 | 2017-02-09 15:41:04 | 150.65 | 98% |
| 1395 | 2017-02-09 00:52:44 | 135.56 | 96% |