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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2787 | 2020-01-08 15:22:35 | 66.75 | 97% |
2711 | 2019-12-14 15:13:10 | 65.31 | 97% |