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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53914 | 2020-09-23 04:12:00 | 103.01 | 98% |
| 48639 | 2020-02-26 12:34:28 | 82.35 | 96% |
| 44898 | 2019-10-15 06:05:38 | 86.36 | 97% |
| 37228 | 2019-02-26 04:01:32 | 79.98 | 97% |