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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20913 | 2019-12-31 12:56:04 | 111.04 | 96% |
| 18277 | 2019-05-07 22:05:35 | 120.81 | 98% |
| 16052 | 2019-02-03 08:03:17 | 93.09 | 95% |