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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1304 | 2018-10-09 06:22:29 | 96.90 | 97% |
486 | 2018-03-25 11:55:46 | 89.92 | 97% |