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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56104 | 2019-04-17 01:34:21 | 190.27 | 100% |
50529 | 2019-02-08 03:24:56 | 184.03 | 100% |