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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13876 | 2020-07-09 11:42:27 | 114.58 | 97% |
| 12876 | 2020-06-21 15:15:58 | 111.10 | 98% |
| 8089 | 2020-04-11 07:34:13 | 106.68 | 97% |