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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3353 | 2019-06-25 20:43:57 | 104.77 | 98% |
| 1254 | 2019-06-11 10:32:31 | 88.46 | 96% |