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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3902 | 2019-11-27 05:39:53 | 74.89 | 98% |