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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3108 | 2020-12-07 16:21:57 | 95.17 | 96% |
| 1328 | 2020-10-26 13:24:50 | 76.79 | 96% |