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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 284448 | 2019-03-03 00:50:15 | 128.92 | 97% |
| 280891 | 2019-02-04 20:13:38 | 180.88 | 99% |