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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16373 | 2020-10-15 12:10:19 | 80.38 | 97% |
| 13518 | 2020-08-08 14:28:33 | 65.01 | 93% |