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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 77524 | 2020-09-09 22:08:32 | 133.94 | 98% |
| 77010 | 2020-08-31 01:16:20 | 121.00 | 97% |
| 72470 | 2019-07-25 16:08:46 | 124.73 | 98% |