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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23896 | 2024-04-26 21:40:55 | 176.37 | 99.4% |
| 16133 | 2023-03-21 02:37:13 | 150.58 | 99% |
| 11436 | 2020-03-04 01:35:16 | 135.74 | 97% |
| 6482 | 2019-02-09 18:59:42 | 139.03 | 98% |