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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4657 | 2020-04-16 10:29:43 | 30.58 | 96% |
| 4450 | 2020-03-24 10:31:32 | 54.29 | 96% |