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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1072 | 2017-07-20 17:23:11 | 89.02 | 98% |
1007 | 2017-07-13 14:36:49 | 88.01 | 98% |