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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4129 | 2019-03-19 13:32:30 | 77.20 | 95% |
| 1854 | 2019-03-01 14:30:36 | 83.18 | 97% |