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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5739 | 2020-10-29 17:03:07 | 72.88 | 98% |
| 2808 | 2020-02-20 19:56:49 | 66.56 | 98% |
| 1224 | 2019-12-21 09:17:20 | 51.10 | 93% |