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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6855 | 2020-12-13 15:06:41 | 78.12 | 96% |
| 6534 | 2020-08-19 07:07:49 | 85.61 | 98% |