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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7113 | 2020-03-26 17:39:13 | 87.20 | 98% |
| 2592 | 2019-11-23 17:02:59 | 78.59 | 97% |