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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7742 | 2019-11-18 09:55:12 | 104.80 | 98% |
| 7320 | 2019-08-26 13:09:28 | 97.40 | 97% |
| 6382 | 2019-07-17 15:26:34 | 84.73 | 97% |