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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28626 | 2019-08-01 11:22:23 | 136.24 | 99% |
| 23160 | 2019-05-07 22:05:32 | 136.35 | 99% |
| 18637 | 2019-03-22 12:51:22 | 141.00 | 98% |
| 18271 | 2019-03-21 20:29:58 | 144.13 | 98% |
| 14237 | 2019-02-24 11:47:41 | 160.58 | 99% |