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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2659 | 2020-04-16 00:09:49 | 74.43 | 96% |
| 1588 | 2019-10-01 04:46:29 | 64.82 | 94% |