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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 582 | 2020-11-05 20:12:38 | 59.91 | 96% |
| 293 | 2020-05-31 18:47:25 | 47.73 | 94% |