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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5148 | 2020-11-15 00:24:56 | 95.90 | 97% |
| 4263 | 2020-10-25 21:21:20 | 96.42 | 97% |