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 |
---|---|---|---|
859 | 2021-05-19 20:09:54 | 86.94 | 98% |
180 | 2021-04-20 02:18:20 | 84.24 | 97% |