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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 521 | 2019-09-13 16:06:05 | 50.62 | 96% |
| 191 | 2019-07-14 04:26:05 | 43.36 | 95% |