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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10847 | 2020-10-21 08:58:24 | 110.07 | 98% |
| 8770 | 2020-09-15 10:41:18 | 109.74 | 98% |
| 6990 | 2020-08-13 14:56:50 | 70.53 | 96% |
| 5014 | 2020-07-13 16:16:11 | 96.35 | 98% |