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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 813 | 2020-07-17 17:07:16 | 44.81 | 94% |
| 250 | 2020-06-24 04:44:59 | 37.92 | 95% |