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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12956 | 2020-11-17 00:00:50 | 97.47 | 98% |
| 10511 | 2020-10-11 10:32:57 | 97.56 | 98% |
| 6220 | 2020-08-07 13:07:04 | 84.05 | 97% |
| 1675 | 2020-05-11 10:58:29 | 73.49 | 97% |