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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2638 | 2019-11-07 18:58:03 | 87.51 | 98% |
| 507 | 2019-10-11 16:09:52 | 81.00 | 98% |