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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1159 | 2020-01-10 20:41:31 | 77.07 | 97% |
| 871 | 2019-12-30 18:25:09 | 64.87 | 96% |
| 870 | 2019-12-30 18:23:54 | 73.01 | 97% |