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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2154 | 2021-02-27 05:45:31 | 59.40 | 93% |
263 | 2020-06-06 20:00:25 | 45.22 | 95% |