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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3038 | 2020-10-05 15:00:46 | 112.00 | 97% |
| 2376 | 2020-06-25 00:08:26 | 107.31 | 98% |