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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7006 | 2020-08-13 14:18:51 | 63.62 | 94% |
| 6905 | 2020-08-05 07:05:41 | 65.07 | 93% |
| 3416 | 2020-03-03 14:13:39 | 61.00 | 96% |
| 1750 | 2019-09-19 13:29:11 | 51.15 | 93% |
| 1582 | 2019-09-11 15:16:11 | 49.39 | 94% |