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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2631 | 2018-01-27 11:32:32 | 53.53 | 95% |
| 1850 | 2017-12-15 14:08:22 | 73.34 | 96% |
| 1172 | 2017-11-08 09:12:42 | 75.80 | 96% |