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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1288 | 2020-09-18 04:35:52 | 45.23 | 93% |
| 1187 | 2020-09-15 05:37:06 | 46.00 | 95% |