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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19559 | 2020-03-21 17:58:17 | 117.19 | 98% |
| 12253 | 2019-05-09 14:06:10 | 103.82 | 98% |