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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2029 | 2023-07-08 08:51:16 | 65.07 | 88% |
241 | 2021-12-31 12:49:37 | 55.81 | 94% |