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 |
---|---|---|---|
1908 | 2022-12-29 21:15:59 | 57.21 | 95% |
1714 | 2022-07-11 12:29:11 | 58.70 | 94% |
1004 | 2022-02-06 12:38:31 | 55.34 | 94% |
528 | 2021-12-03 10:01:36 | 45.44 | 94% |