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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3831 | 2017-02-21 13:33:28 | 140.71 | 97% |
3587 | 2017-02-11 05:01:38 | 124.85 | 97% |