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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1538 | 2024-03-03 12:19:13 | 90.75 | 96.4% |
133 | 2022-09-11 00:54:23 | 66.62 | 95% |