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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897 | 2019-04-30 18:20:36 | 75.57 | 98% |
42 | 2019-03-16 19:27:22 | 56.44 | 97% |