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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9422 | 2020-12-01 11:21:57 | 112.71 | 97% |
| 9260 | 2020-11-28 16:34:48 | 106.37 | 97% |
| 4879 | 2019-04-07 06:57:10 | 92.85 | 95% |