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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9197 | 2017-12-24 18:03:01 | 129.54 | 97% |
| 8409 | 2017-12-19 18:12:32 | 102.04 | 95% |
| 7181 | 2017-12-13 08:41:00 | 114.80 | 99% |
| 6996 | 2017-12-09 17:38:31 | 117.49 | 98% |
| 1687 | 2017-09-01 02:37:53 | 118.35 | 99% |