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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8001 | 2020-09-02 22:42:28 | 97.40 | 98% |
| 6598 | 2020-07-04 18:14:04 | 96.46 | 98% |