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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11703 | 2019-03-20 13:28:05 | 96.81 | 96% |
| 10898 | 2019-03-16 01:38:12 | 84.20 | 96% |
| 9987 | 2019-03-07 22:44:18 | 88.40 | 96% |