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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21879 | 2020-08-26 03:08:51 | 150.18 | 98% |
| 19122 | 2020-05-14 02:18:08 | 141.41 | 99% |
| 17388 | 2020-03-27 03:08:30 | 141.26 | 99% |
| 12240 | 2019-04-07 23:43:07 | 125.68 | 97% |