Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1409 | 2019-12-07 07:40:23 | 66.47 | 97% |
339 | 2019-04-29 09:31:54 | 53.19 | 95% |