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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8838 | 2020-06-07 09:10:36 | 79.72 | 99% |
| 6811 | 2019-10-10 23:25:05 | 76.51 | 99% |
| 6706 | 2019-10-07 08:30:21 | 55.08 | 97% |