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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6760 | 2020-06-04 15:36:58 | 100.91 | 97% |
| 6255 | 2019-11-21 15:07:56 | 97.98 | 97% |