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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4147 | 2019-02-20 06:41:10 | 63.79 | 97% |
| 3227 | 2019-02-11 06:05:45 | 59.97 | 95% |