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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2714 | 2020-10-07 06:13:16 | 92.41 | 98% |
| 2603 | 2019-03-07 14:06:26 | 86.14 | 97% |