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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8202 | 2020-08-19 03:51:15 | 79.48 | 98% |
| 7061 | 2020-06-20 04:11:34 | 70.69 | 98% |