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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11410 | 2020-03-11 10:33:02 | 152.54 | 97% |
| 10395 | 2019-06-21 03:17:58 | 171.47 | 99% |