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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28356 | 2019-06-21 03:18:03 | 138.31 | 98% |
| 22015 | 2019-02-01 22:54:26 | 148.12 | 100% |