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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 79 | 2019-01-29 14:19:08 | 105.71 | 97% |
| 20 | 2019-01-27 18:24:47 | 139.72 | 98% |