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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4417 | 2018-04-28 13:30:50 | 101.95 | 99% |
3517 | 2017-04-02 04:00:54 | 92.48 | 97% |