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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3158 | 2017-08-05 21:51:05 | 85.24 | 98% |
| 3151 | 2017-08-05 21:43:05 | 88.87 | 99% |
| 1264 | 2017-07-09 08:28:48 | 75.31 | 98% |
| 22 | 2017-06-23 20:04:24 | 39.82 | 96% |