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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2758 | 2019-06-03 07:35:00 | 52.06 | 98% |
| 2566 | 2019-04-11 11:42:19 | 50.09 | 98% |