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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3936 | 2020-06-01 17:42:28 | 36.99 | 94% |
| 1567 | 2020-03-12 09:47:01 | 38.57 | 97% |