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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264 | 2019-03-19 02:41:32 | 89.24 | 96% |
150 | 2019-02-18 04:51:38 | 105.08 | 97% |