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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 230 | 2020-06-22 09:38:09 | 79.67 | 97% |
| 192 | 2020-06-17 14:14:28 | 87.06 | 99% |