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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1576 | 2020-03-14 09:06:09 | 66.41 | 98% |
| 307 | 2020-02-13 12:09:30 | 51.80 | 95% |