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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1181 | 2017-05-10 03:58:31 | 62.93 | 97% |
1092 | 2017-04-26 19:21:55 | 59.02 | 98% |