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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3811 | 2019-12-10 14:45:06 | 55.88 | 96% |
| 2928 | 2019-08-04 16:23:41 | 57.51 | 97% |