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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 648 | 2020-08-22 23:25:09 | 50.21 | 95% |
| 8 | 2020-02-24 15:36:24 | 30.70 | 93% |