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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 617 | 2020-12-29 21:50:22 | 69.21 | 98% |
| 77 | 2020-05-18 22:33:15 | 69.98 | 97% |