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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1524 | 2020-09-03 00:03:52 | 57.11 | 97% |
| 1325 | 2020-08-30 23:29:49 | 55.01 | 96% |
| 1164 | 2020-08-28 22:06:51 | 51.28 | 95% |