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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3573 | 2019-03-25 22:56:18 | 179.89 | 99% |
3419 | 2019-03-17 16:34:19 | 160.22 | 99% |