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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14809 | 2017-11-24 12:03:17 | 81.25 | 97% |
| 13021 | 2017-03-15 03:44:29 | 79.99 | 91% |
| 12786 | 2017-03-12 08:16:31 | 74.82 | 94% |