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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24736 | 2020-06-13 02:58:26 | 147.02 | 97.6% |
| 22650 | 2019-07-17 15:10:28 | 169.55 | 98.4% |