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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2470 | 2019-12-02 13:46:20 | 90.78 | 99% |
| 1935 | 2019-10-27 08:27:24 | 83.66 | 97% |