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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2003 | 2020-03-10 18:26:51 | 70.86 | 97% |
| 988 | 2019-11-10 14:07:57 | 64.75 | 97% |