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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2395 | 2020-03-07 22:40:31 | 112.42 | 98% |
| 115 | 2019-02-28 18:47:23 | 106.47 | 98% |