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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2343 | 2019-06-24 20:26:28 | 90.96 | 97% |
| 2161 | 2019-06-05 00:43:17 | 105.65 | 96% |