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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14797 | 2020-10-27 05:51:16 | 130.27 | 97% |
| 10658 | 2020-09-17 02:16:53 | 134.73 | 99% |
| 5883 | 2020-07-12 23:34:12 | 111.78 | 98% |