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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1305 | 2020-07-07 15:06:26 | 73.35 | 95% |
| 343 | 2020-06-10 04:47:52 | 80.48 | 97% |