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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6013 | 2020-05-31 03:48:35 | 99.58 | 97% |
| 3935 | 2019-11-20 18:26:16 | 121.45 | 99% |