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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3515 | 2017-08-30 13:10:13 | 103.70 | 97% |
| 3267 | 2017-08-25 15:42:43 | 93.32 | 96% |
| 3063 | 2017-08-19 19:21:47 | 100.21 | 98% |