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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4707 | 2019-04-28 04:58:04 | 112.66 | 98% |
| 4231 | 2019-03-09 15:11:59 | 110.26 | 98% |
| 2333 | 2018-08-11 15:56:14 | 116.33 | 98% |
| 2240 | 2018-08-07 01:01:45 | 106.70 | 98% |