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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1189 | 2021-03-17 07:17:45 | 47.65 | 94% |
709 | 2021-01-04 09:07:23 | 36.29 | 93% |