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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5012 | 2019-09-10 17:19:52 | 94.17 | 97% |
| 4840 | 2019-09-10 06:34:31 | 98.00 | 97% |