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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28204 | 2020-07-25 01:24:05 | 110.74 | 97% |
5850 | 2019-11-27 20:13:22 | 101.62 | 98% |