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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7400 | 2020-08-29 05:52:54 | 100.16 | 97% |
| 5573 | 2019-06-28 22:04:17 | 107.11 | 97% |