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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3561 | 2020-01-23 05:14:24 | 77.75 | 97% |
| 3321 | 2019-12-08 02:17:04 | 76.61 | 96% |