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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920 | 2021-07-15 07:26:58 | 130.92 | 98% |
539 | 2020-11-04 00:41:02 | 129.67 | 97% |