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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12342 | 2019-10-24 16:24:30 | 97.71 | 98% |
| 12072 | 2019-10-19 15:07:49 | 99.85 | 98% |