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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4248 | 2020-06-08 06:39:14 | 88.28 | 98% |
| 2867 | 2020-04-21 11:22:49 | 81.58 | 97% |