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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8428 | 2020-05-26 01:00:54 | 35.69 | 93% |
| 7832 | 2020-03-24 23:04:16 | 42.19 | 94% |