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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1926 | 2021-07-15 15:07:55 | 51.39 | 93% |
1705 | 2021-06-09 13:28:09 | 55.68 | 95% |