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 |
---|---|---|---|
7378 | 2023-11-30 00:13:18 | 84.29 | 95% |
6693 | 2023-03-01 00:15:40 | 93.88 | 96% |
5658 | 2022-03-26 03:06:22 | 80.32 | 94% |