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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 804 | 2020-11-24 11:24:46 | 55.13 | 95% |
| 19 | 2020-11-06 12:45:13 | 50.02 | 94% |