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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7493 | 2017-05-31 04:07:12 | 96.23 | 99% |
7194 | 2017-01-28 07:45:50 | 87.82 | 97% |