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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29745 | 2019-06-01 16:22:11 | 126.10 | 99% |
| 26638 | 2017-02-07 15:53:05 | 151.97 | 100% |
| 26487 | 2017-01-30 20:23:27 | 136.94 | 98% |
| 26486 | 2017-01-30 20:22:03 | 131.58 | 93% |