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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769 | 2021-11-15 07:28:28 | 123.72 | 99% |
513 | 2020-09-29 11:36:27 | 94.34 | 96% |