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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6645 | 2020-12-14 17:36:45 | 116.53 | 98% |
| 5928 | 2020-12-12 15:53:55 | 89.69 | 97% |
| 4643 | 2020-12-03 02:49:43 | 104.79 | 98% |
| 924 | 2020-11-12 14:24:08 | 106.09 | 98% |