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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14918 | 2020-11-27 02:11:07 | 95.36 | 99% |
| 14204 | 2020-11-17 00:00:52 | 92.67 | 98% |
| 601 | 2019-09-25 04:02:38 | 77.68 | 99% |