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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1516 | 2020-11-20 21:44:53 | 64.69 | 95% |
| 219 | 2020-10-17 00:37:43 | 56.63 | 94% |