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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1351 | 2020-11-14 16:13:26 | 75.31 | 95% |
| 220 | 2020-07-06 02:50:44 | 56.71 | 92% |