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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18339 | 2020-03-11 15:53:48 | 148.04 | 99% |
| 18097 | 2020-03-03 21:59:09 | 158.34 | 99% |
| 14474 | 2019-08-20 16:03:02 | 143.28 | 98% |
| 8227 | 2019-02-20 01:25:49 | 125.86 | 97% |