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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4427 | 2021-12-10 07:05:47 | 48.82 | 96% |
| 1483 | 2021-01-01 12:56:41 | 36.84 | 95% |