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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5587 | 2020-10-23 12:30:32 | 72.73 | 97% |
| 1184 | 2019-12-20 13:38:55 | 67.05 | 97% |