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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6866 | 2017-04-06 13:39:03 | 115.58 | 96% |
| 6759 | 2017-04-04 22:44:48 | 124.51 | 96% |
| 6147 | 2017-03-16 04:00:27 | 116.88 | 94% |
| 4348 | 2017-01-31 03:32:38 | 118.69 | 99% |