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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1401 | 2017-04-07 12:19:33 | 93.49 | 99% |
625 | 2017-01-31 16:56:48 | 87.67 | 95% |