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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2020-12-13 19:01:05 | 74.48 | 96% |
| 1350 | 2020-12-11 10:08:56 | 71.92 | 97% |
| 161 | 2020-05-15 21:28:46 | 61.23 | 97% |