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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992 | 2022-04-21 16:10:54 | 61.78 | 96% |
604 | 2021-12-03 15:00:29 | 64.56 | 98% |