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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 721 | 2021-01-20 01:25:21 | 77.11 | 95% |
| 608 | 2021-01-12 23:22:08 | 82.34 | 95% |