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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14762 | 2020-11-08 06:33:54 | 128.67 | 98% |
| 14369 | 2020-07-13 07:48:22 | 130.09 | 97% |
| 13674 | 2020-06-07 06:59:57 | 125.79 | 98% |
| 9200 | 2020-01-24 06:25:54 | 121.58 | 97% |