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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7428 | 2020-08-21 22:55:48 | 131.85 | 100% |
| 5893 | 2020-07-28 20:53:46 | 121.51 | 99% |
| 5817 | 2020-07-25 17:08:27 | 73.47 | 100% |