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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4896 | 2019-03-15 16:09:43 | 124.85 | 98% |
| 4436 | 2019-03-07 21:22:18 | 121.32 | 98% |