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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6508 | 2020-12-15 03:23:19 | 78.29 | 94% |
| 2907 | 2019-05-29 12:08:12 | 61.10 | 93% |