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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11745 | 2020-08-30 15:35:08 | 93.41 | 97% |
| 5959 | 2020-02-29 06:22:32 | 95.40 | 98% |
| 1574 | 2019-08-25 09:55:21 | 90.20 | 97% |