Colors weave into a spire of flame. Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed. Bear this torch against the cold of the night. Search your soul and re-awaken the undying light! On that day, when the sky fell away, our world came to an end. In our rise did a fading sunrise in the dark, glimmering shadows.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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20625 | 2019-10-19 15:07:50 | 96.52 | 99% |
19489 | 2019-02-18 11:29:26 | 100.12 | 99% |