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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5346 | 2017-04-20 06:31:28 | 85.99 | 97% |
5034 | 2017-03-11 02:28:32 | 93.29 | 99% |