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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8079 | 2017-04-01 20:08:56 | 166.89 | 100% |
| 8078 | 2017-04-01 20:07:47 | 140.46 | 94% |
| 7749 | 2017-03-12 00:42:59 | 154.44 | 98% |