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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18645 | 2020-12-20 08:13:13 | 96.34 | 97% |
| 17495 | 2020-12-16 10:26:38 | 102.66 | 97% |
| 9338 | 2020-06-18 09:32:49 | 119.63 | 100% |