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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3950 | 2019-06-17 18:35:57 | 119.16 | 98% |
2568 | 2019-05-10 19:11:57 | 117.96 | 97% |