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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10718 | 2020-07-25 17:08:26 | 75.97 | 95% |
| 10335 | 2020-06-19 23:03:21 | 72.73 | 94% |
| 10311 | 2020-06-14 09:08:54 | 95.22 | 96% |