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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3708 | 2021-01-21 01:52:51 | 86.31 | 98% |
272 | 2019-08-04 07:51:43 | 66.36 | 95% |