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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4092 | 2020-08-20 19:11:15 | 82.28 | 97% |
| 3699 | 2020-08-12 21:06:03 | 68.77 | 94% |
| 902 | 2020-04-19 20:54:55 | 67.04 | 96% |