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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3116 | 2017-07-24 18:29:49 | 48.33 | 95% |
| 2633 | 2017-06-20 20:38:30 | 51.82 | 96% |
| 1066 | 2017-05-16 17:24:11 | 51.70 | 97% |
| 497 | 2017-04-28 00:40:54 | 43.27 | 90% |