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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6668 | 2018-08-15 10:46:05 | 90.57 | 97% |
| 5908 | 2018-07-11 16:24:57 | 106.00 | 98% |
| 736 | 2017-11-20 10:41:23 | 91.80 | 98% |