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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11879 | 2020-09-12 16:07:43 | 67.00 | 97% |
| 10892 | 2020-07-04 00:54:37 | 54.24 | 96% |
| 9479 | 2020-03-21 17:13:29 | 72.72 | 98% |