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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1194 | 2020-10-24 04:44:26 | 46.05 | 92% |
| 1113 | 2020-09-26 04:39:44 | 49.89 | 95% |