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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2021 | 2020-03-23 10:21:15 | 165.77 | 100% |
746 | 2017-01-21 08:06:07 | 125.50 | 88% |