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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.
Boiled Frogs (song) by Alexisonfire
Language: English
This text has been typed more than 1000 times:
Avg. speed: 74 WPM
Avg. accuracy: 96.5%

Top 10 scores for this text

User Speed Accuracy Points Place Date Options
1 arenasnow 207 WPM 100.0% 142 1/2 June 6, 2019
2 slowestizzy 207 WPM 100.0% 141 1/3 Oct. 16, 2019
3 arenasnow2 193 WPM 100.0% N/A 1/4 May 20, 2017
4 mporsche02 190 WPM 100.0% 130 1/3 Dec. 24, 2018
5 mako640 184 WPM 100.0% 126 1/5 Jan. 29, 2019
6 florentine 184 WPM 99.0% N/A 2/4 May 20, 2017
7 arc_sec 180 WPM 99.0% 123 1/1 Feb. 25, 2019
8 sidd_ 174 WPM 100.0% 119 1/4 April 7, 2019
9 slowvinni 173 WPM 100.0% 119 1/4 May 25, 2019
10 typingartist2 171 WPM 100.0% 117 1/5 Feb. 12, 2018