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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6515 | 2018-10-30 22:02:49 | 110.81 | 99% |
1113 | 2017-04-26 13:40:27 | 96.35 | 91% |