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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3750 | 2019-12-03 01:53:01 | 123.39 | 100% |
| 2617 | 2019-04-11 10:50:57 | 117.76 | 99% |