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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27381 | 2020-07-17 21:37:32 | 113.67 | 98% |
| 25129 | 2020-05-27 08:21:12 | 117.27 | 98% |