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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24182 | 2019-08-12 14:05:21 | 81.12 | 99% |
| 20253 | 2019-04-06 17:25:38 | 82.76 | 100% |
| 19326 | 2019-02-05 12:46:11 | 76.65 | 99% |