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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2525 | 2020-10-28 23:58:52 | 138.59 | 99% |
| 1146 | 2019-04-20 10:49:56 | 123.71 | 99% |