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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1441 | 2020-09-14 20:24:29 | 80.17 | 98% |
641 | 2019-07-17 15:26:37 | 78.64 | 98% |