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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1654 | 2019-04-24 12:03:07 | 91.42 | 99% |
| 1276 | 2019-04-18 03:44:12 | 72.55 | 97% |
| 973 | 2019-04-15 05:46:34 | 83.65 | 98% |