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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4415 | 2020-01-07 14:17:36 | 72.10 | 95% |
| 2380 | 2019-05-13 02:25:52 | 72.19 | 95% |