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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2271 | 2020-04-05 19:27:42 | 74.39 | 94% |
| 1183 | 2019-06-07 01:22:35 | 70.48 | 93% |