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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32716 | 2020-01-13 18:00:37 | 130.01 | 99% |
| 32206 | 2019-12-23 15:34:35 | 136.64 | 99% |