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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2459 | 2018-03-13 10:16:03 | 97.47 | 99% |
724 | 2017-01-31 16:02:35 | 100.22 | 95% |