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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2020-12-01 08:26:21 | 56.64 | 96% |
| 333 | 2020-09-20 19:43:43 | 48.01 | 95% |