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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4007 | 2023-04-28 15:52:50 | 78.31 | 96% |
1842 | 2022-03-21 09:15:57 | 89.36 | 98% |