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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45312 | 2019-11-25 00:35:03 | 134.52 | 97% |
| 42061 | 2019-08-22 11:23:15 | 127.57 | 98% |
| 41344 | 2019-07-18 08:54:40 | 105.04 | 95% |