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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3038 | 2017-04-25 05:24:00 | 45.23 | 91% |
| 2084 | 2017-03-22 23:16:05 | 46.05 | 90% |
| 712 | 2017-02-25 08:19:01 | 29.25 | 83% |
| 381 | 2017-02-22 05:38:27 | 31.75 | 85% |