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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31423 | 2017-02-22 13:35:20 | 103.43 | 97% |
| 31198 | 2017-02-14 14:26:39 | 101.14 | 95% |
| 31055 | 2017-02-12 05:18:00 | 120.73 | 98% |
| 30735 | 2017-01-15 05:21:26 | 104.78 | 96% |