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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3914 | 2020-04-24 08:00:27 | 79.54 | 98% |
| 1942 | 2019-03-14 04:53:59 | 63.67 | 95% |