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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9280 | 2020-08-20 14:41:12 | 98.66 | 97% |
| 8804 | 2020-08-11 15:19:39 | 99.64 | 97% |
| 8383 | 2020-06-25 06:44:19 | 95.77 | 97% |