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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5301 | 2019-10-17 15:13:55 | 97.56 | 98% |
| 4819 | 2019-09-28 10:24:38 | 84.81 | 96% |