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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7675 | 2021-06-09 16:03:28 | 142.51 | 100% |
799 | 2021-03-13 01:14:23 | 103.48 | 98% |