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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18751 | 2019-09-25 12:06:26 | 156.85 | 99% |
| 16652 | 2019-03-12 19:06:24 | 143.21 | 98% |