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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2968 | 2019-05-31 22:23:21 | 82.31 | 97% |
| 2074 | 2019-01-24 14:41:12 | 75.84 | 95% |
| 448 | 2018-04-11 12:22:20 | 62.51 | 95% |