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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14666 | 2020-09-21 01:33:52 | 151.59 | 97% |
| 13606 | 2020-07-12 22:38:09 | 141.36 | 98% |
| 11314 | 2019-09-16 16:10:17 | 151.95 | 99% |