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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11261 | 2020-10-08 09:33:05 | 91.81 | 98% |
| 7929 | 2019-03-12 13:01:33 | 98.63 | 99% |