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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3776 | 2020-09-20 23:04:15 | 103.55 | 98% |
| 1390 | 2020-01-08 22:23:02 | 89.41 | 97% |