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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3571 | 2017-04-19 10:19:45 | 54.68 | 96% |
| 3117 | 2017-04-15 13:29:22 | 53.43 | 96% |
| 3114 | 2017-04-15 13:25:23 | 55.87 | 96% |
| 2015 | 2017-04-09 16:38:58 | 51.13 | 95% |
| 1476 | 2017-04-06 11:36:24 | 41.48 | 94% |
| 949 | 2017-04-03 07:23:01 | 34.88 | 91% |