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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53564 | 2019-06-04 00:23:34 | 114.94 | 98% |
| 51780 | 2019-05-13 18:09:48 | 102.36 | 97% |
| 51314 | 2019-05-11 18:08:18 | 120.77 | 100% |
| 49769 | 2019-04-26 01:00:25 | 114.54 | 98% |