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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23361 | 2020-05-08 17:11:20 | 114.13 | 99% |
| 22652 | 2019-12-31 12:56:04 | 108.54 | 99% |