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.
—from Boiled Frogs, a song by Alexisonfire
Active since January 14, 2017.
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Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
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Default (English) | 36,198 | 79.73 | January 14, 2017 |
Instant Death Mode | 111 | 91.60 | September 5, 2017 |
ᗜ Stenography | 3 | 64.70 | July 24, 2020 |