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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5476 | 2019-06-12 17:14:13 | 122.55 | 98% |
| 4971 | 2019-06-08 11:40:15 | 117.05 | 97% |
| 4935 | 2019-06-07 13:25:59 | 103.46 | 95% |