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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3265 | 2020-12-17 13:05:25 | 51.99 | 95% |
| 2114 | 2020-10-12 11:26:50 | 46.22 | 95% |