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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1300 | 2020-12-16 12:22:37 | 59.79 | 97% |
| 391 | 2020-08-10 21:01:56 | 51.59 | 96% |