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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1030 | 2019-09-19 01:38:36 | 139.10 | 99% |
| 226 | 2019-08-27 03:35:43 | 133.45 | 97% |