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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1139 | 2020-11-12 23:56:07 | 80.58 | 99% |
| 306 | 2019-08-09 01:47:12 | 56.84 | 94% |